Situations

I am not retired, I am too young And too broke with too many dreams, I have promises I did not make hung Around my neck, and often screams At my potential to go ahead But every thing I touch lies dead. I paid my dues and went to school Did it all right supporting common law While gatekeepers invisible made the rule Building walls and growing claw It's not my fight for material right I am better at watching hawks in flight. I'm better at letting words seed my brain With images of trees, a fight is worth more For eternal things, even in the siorm of pain That in the lonely night cries on the shore Like waters in the wind. Water makes roots But dead branches make no fruits