Wednesday, February 18, 2009

AND SO IT GOES

Careening thru history,
our talent and life’s ambition bleeding from speakers,
while, joined at the hip, we put on our game face,
turn on our road charm
and meet the audience’ challenge.
Who were you not liking last week at this time? We ask.
Like a slow dog we get our share of kicks
and smile in return.
Our memories, like the poor, will be with us always.
The remembrances enable us to overcome where we’ve been and
blindly charge into the fray of another night,
content in selecting nuggets of gold
from among the rocks.
We become dependent on each other.
Backs to the wall, in our conversations and mannerisms,
we expose ourselves. Laid bare,
no room for the prattling or precocious,
we support our fellow travelers
like steel springs under life’s mattress.
We fall back…losing ground, regroup, recover, and press on.
And all of these experiences are fodder for our songs
as we careen thru history.
And so it goes.

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