Jeffry Cohan Poet Quatrain

Mama Was Unsure of a Cure

MAMA WAS UNSURE OF A CURE

Just like life my dreams always end for me
Another day to fake what they want me to be
Put on a tie or don a pair of old blue jeans
Yet I don’t know what my dreams or my life really means

It’s been difficult to understand why I survive
And I know not where and when I will arrive
So I run to my mother and I ask her for advice
And she says “son, too oft life is lived for a price”

“but mama,” I beg, “how great is that cost,
because as of now I feel totally lost?”
She couldn’t  answer that query without mitigation
And she didn’t want to give me any false information

Where I am headed is a question only fate can reveal
And I know what you sow you will reap and that is for real
Reality is something I’ve tried to avoid for far too long
But then I say “my mama couldn’t have been wrong”

So as sure as tomorrow I will probably awake
With no black tie affairs nor parties to partake
Because I know not how they want me to act
All I know is there have been too many of life’s answers I’ve lacked
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!

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Gwendolen Song October 22, 2011 at 3:27 PM This line jumped out at me....donning your jeans! HOW interesting .... this line is fun!! I liked at the end of your poem you still did not have an answer to your inquiry and then the audience was left to sit and ponder with you...very smooth approach. Even your own mother didn't have the answer...the person you obviously trust the most. Great lil ditty, Jeffry. Enjoyed. Gwendolen