Rising With the Rising Stars
You think, therefore
You're rising with the rising stars
But in dreams
You're falling to the far side
Day by day
Collecting what's yours from your sales
Of whatever it is you sell these days
You watch your profits double
But in the nighttime lying down on your back
You feel the sores, the numbness on your backside
And you feel your soul's down
Led to backslide
Taking stock of life
Feeling like you've been defined
You reach into your inner rebel
And begin to revel
In the ideas in which all rebels revel
And a new track of thought
Begins to unravel
Riches are illusions
Of grandeur propagated by the grandiose
I was richer spending time by the fireside
Cramps in my toes
The cold caressing my back and sides
Roasting mice or crushing lice
Or sitting and reminiscing
I was richer spending time by the fireside
In the darker peripheries of the log fire
With no desire
To do the math and devise
With no desire
To figure out how to destroy the earth
Or launch into outer space
Looking for places I could never reach
Now here is my own pitch
And the wise will see what I mean
The moon is the moon and the sun is the sun
And we are us
Living breathing and moving here and now
After all is said and done
I could be Lazarus
Coming back to tell us all, or not,
Just the guy waiting for the rich man cry out
Copyright © Kenny Gwena | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment