Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Caught Up

I can still hear the laughter
Kids enjoying themselves; having fun
Dancing to 70’s R&B
Jermain Jackson singing “Feelin Free”

when “the bump” was the craze
And high school was a rat’s maze
Back when Nixon was a bad joke
And good weed made a vet choke

When “Soul Train” was the show to watch
When every dancer was so top notch
Back when Michael was Prince of Pop
We jammed to the beat, never wanted to stop

Remember when Ali was the champ?
He rejected Vietnam and Army boot camp
Stood his ground; didn’t fall for the trap
Stood strong like a man and took a bad rap

Remember when everything, was smooth like butter?
Didn’t have crime stats, kids dead in the gutter
Used to be about respect, love and fun
Now its street-gangs, violence and the gun

Old-school was solid and so copastetic
What used to be easy, is now rat-race hectic
Now-a-days its hustle and fight your way through
Don’t even have time, to just be…you*

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