All Unlucky Things Come In 4
Lately i have been studiously going
over and delving into John Lennon's
back catalogue of work
And what I learned and took from it
from it is this
It seems as if he really suffered for his
art what came easy became hard both
drained him and pained him to admit
That despite all the critical acclaim and
false fame he himself could not escape
his own crippling nagging sense of self
doubt and insecurities
Because to him inside his head he lived
every day living with the fear of 1 day
being exposed
As a disappointing faud by people which
is the way he viewed himself
As to him he is still just a boy both of
his parents abandoned as a child to
face the world alone
And nothing he could ever seem to
do could make either of them proud or garner
any praise or pride at all
Which is all he probably ever wanted
and wished for and surely not to much
to ask for but sadly never got
Now upon looking back seeing him
with such bravado , joyous , glee
and gusto sing the word's of the
song and the chorus lines to
Can't buy me love I imagine in his
head what he is actually thinking
of is
I tried my very level best and hardest
But for all the money in the world
I never could and still
Can't buy my Mother and Father's Love
And that is all that I want
Yet the only thing money can't buy
I may as well never been born at all
A cautionary tale of just how random
and unfair life can be in unequal amounts
With 1 hand it can give you famous
and fortune and make millions of
people all over the world hero worship
you
And on the other hand after countless
year's of being estranged and apart
you finally begin to start have some
sort of a relationship
with your mother
She ends up being run over at 44
killed by an off duty police officer
who was drunk which you then
later became
And then to suffer the total irony and
ignominy of then you yourself at the
tender age of 40
Seemingly to at last find some semblance
of inner happiness for the 1st time
in your life preaching peace
You eventually end up getting shot in
the back
By some random toting gunman with a
Rye smile on his face
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2022
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