Platitudes On A Snow Day
Platitudes On A Snow Day
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Thursday, January 27,2011 @ 9: 27 AM
Tided am I by your lasso
Once so big now micro
Once so high now so low
Back to the life once lived in the ghetto
Problems small now jumbo
So light now weighs more than a kilo
Never rode in a fancy limo
Never learned to speak the lingo
You now say that I am loco
No longer am I so macho
No longer leading so I fallow
I have now lost my halo
My life has been put on Furlough
Streets wide now narrow
No longer singing the sparrow
Melancholy now and so mellow
Should have learned to dance the mambo
Instead I sat and eat a mango
Silently sitting and watch the inflow
Never seeming to get the right info
Never big was my ego
Once I was your only hero
As pigs in mud they’ve learned to wallow
Dew collects on my window
Weep no more weeping willow
Slowed the dance to a medium tempo
Wade in the water so shallow
Sometimes feeling less than zero
I have been called worst than a weirdo
Still I wait for my life to be in turbo
Always looking to find a typo
Never liked riding solo
Seldom quick or pronto
Foods always tasting so-so
So much rain on my pillow
Always chasing a broken shadow
All the triumphs turning to a bitter sorrow
Always wishing for a better tomorrow
For once I did tango
Now it is noting more than a soft-shell taco
Fields no longer tended by the scarecrow
Words so concise by the psycho
For dry is the sandwich without mayo
Live and love has always been my motto
In my mind I take a photo
By my foot I travel and not by the metro
I don’t know karate or judo
In my orchestra I am the maestro
I am just your average Joe
Once in the Cadets I wore a Shako
Never did I read Plato
I’ll admit I’ve watch a porno
Words you describe me as Negro
You know no better for you ignorant and slow
Once I reigned as the king and the pharaoh
Mighty pyramids were build in homage in Cairo
Now in your old age you play bingo
The rich ones sit and watch matches of Polo
Plotting to kill the last white rhino
For acts of monstrosity you are the pro
Sitting now I watch the falling of the snow
Walls made firm by brick and stucco
Through my dreams I tiptoe
For now this has become all that I know
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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