By Alfred Brown
This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.” I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015. The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.
61 -fading fast (continued in part 5)
With money and security
I can find the woman for me
And start a family
And raise them worry free
You can’t screw up cash
With no strings attached
With that i could do the rest
And have time to do it the best
And finally be happy
That’s really all I want to be
Money can’t buy happiness
Or love or much else
That is worth in summary
But it is a great intermediary
I can’t say I’m poor
In the population there are far more
I can’t say I’m wealthy
To the 1% my funds are a penny
I can’t say I’m dumb
A few can’t even walk and chew gum
I can’t say I’m smart
So few waste time on unappreciated art
I can’t say I’m lazy
Some just want to pick the next daisy
I can’t say I’m prodigious
To some I’m so slow I’m practically litigious
I can’t say I’m bad
Many just want to make you mad
I can’t say I’m good
Many just do what they should
I can’t say much of anything
Though I guess I could sing
Because songs are not literal
No time for each conditional
Perhaps that’s why I like a song
Cause if you feel it it can’t be wrong
I don’t know about you
But I can’t keep on keeping on
I don’t know what to do
When all my hope is gone
I can’t keep trying things
Getting nowhere every time
I can’t see what it brings
When I don’t even get a sign
I fight and i struggle
But the tide is too strong
I try my efforts double
But I still get pulled along
I end up back where I started
And have nothing to show
I end up broken hearted
With nowhere to go
I fight
And lose
I might
Confuse
What’s right
To choose
In sight
No clues
I try
And fail
Can’t i
Prevail
I cry
And wail
Not fly
And sail
Who are you
What do you want
Do you know
What you need to survive
What do you do
With what you got
How will you show
That you’re alive
What is true
What is not
What can grow
What must die
Why’s the sky blue
Why’s the sun apricot
Why’s it’s rays yellow
Why’s the clouds white
Too many questions
Not enough answers
Too much pain
Not enough relief
Too many guns
Not enough flowers
Too much rain
Not enough heat
Too many restrictions
Not enough powers
Too much again
Not enough to breathe
Too many functions
Not enough hours
Too much in vain
Not enough to leave
Just live
And love
And die
Loved
That is all you can hope for
You can want more
But if that is all you get
Be satisfied with it