Buttering Toast For Everyone

The crescent moon overlooks The pink taffy sky as it melds With the grey mist that rises From the creeks and gently rolling hills I read a long time ago To avoid criticism one should Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing But even in doing that one gets criticised Many politicians say a lot Buttering everyones' toast But when it comes down To doing anything worthwhile They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition That disappears at first light or close observation They have to hide in shadows So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out So how can we learn from this What can we do with our lives What can we be, say, write If we say, be, write then can we Follow through with action Moon is getting fainter just a bare Silver almost hair Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed With the mist of the earth two have combined Seemingly forming one body Duty has called me from the carefree moments That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin Their crowing, the crickets have quietened, And the birds have begun their morning chirping And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day