A Tardy Tear On a Beer Calabash

So much noise and blindness in fast lanes of lives we lead When ears can’t hear Eyes to see plead And to our destiny we draw both far and near Dreading to love Longing to hurt Fearing to fly on wings of a white dove And nonsense and gibberish in overdose we blurt Challenging norms without pause Closing ears and eyes when convenience says so Wishing we could pluck a rainbow rose And hang it on a leash or a lasso We spin to avoid close contact with sentimental souls Whose love we shun In a bid to score winning or losing goals with balls Whose shape, shimmer and shine pales as the sun On warms lives bad and good Equally treated without exception In words and thoughts often misunderstood For so long they assume the notion and devotion Of truth unalloyed Creed unchallenged In hearts so destroyed and annoyed They run the danger to get unhinged In a world where simplicity is in danger Dignity cringes in fear Manners of dress, speech and decorum grow stranger As normal life sheds a tardy tear on a calabash of bush beer.