Life in America
Lessons we learn; In America, We always do what is right, when all else is exhausted. It is contrary to the American way of life, to do what is right the first time.
And when confronted… we refuse to be confused with the “Facts”.
The law of unintended consequences, is in danger of social upheaval, the era of cheap
Food is over, cheap gasoline is over, cheap housing is over, and $10.000.00 will only burry you up to your neck, the rest, “is up in the air. “
We work harder than any people in the world, and we pay much higher taxes, so that our
Government can give our money, to troubled investment banks, in the hopes that they can turn profit, and pay their CEOs the standard annual bonus for a job not so well done. More importantly, we the people, will, some day, be able to qualify, for a mortgage, or a business, loan with interest, on the money, that we gave to the banks in the first place.
Many of us these days, seem to have forgotten, what it is like to engage our minds, in writing an actual letter, instead of an e-mail, reading a book, rather than hearing it on DVD, and stimulate our minds with critical thinking, without the benefit of the PC.
So, I decided to put the pen to the real paper, and write a long letter, to a dear friend in Barcelona. A week or so later, I got an e- mail from my dear old friend, it read. Got your letter… are you all right…? What’s with the longhand stuff…? Can’t you afford a keyboard…? Signed. Abusamra…. What a friend…
At the tender age of ten.
I cut my teeth on whisky and fun.
I’m old now, and my days are numbered.
The flowers are gone with the fruits of love.
I know what not to be afraid of.
And what girls’ lips are made of.
I know the taste of wine, and that rosy feeling.
What makes bedroom floor, seem like a ceiling.
I am staggering home, under the moon light.
One step,… One spit closer to far side of hell.
My soul was given, as token, for pleasure with the Devil.
No aim in life, no future in sight.
My blood did leap, my flesh reveled, a pungent smell.
I now declare, I am done, with whisky, women and fun.
Deep peace has burned me, alive.
I did not think then, I did not strive.
The past is history, the future is mystery. Today is a gift, we call it the Present.