A traveler's wonder at copper sunsets,
An artists angst at every sunrise,
The farmers distress at his debts,
A nations folly of it's empty disguise.
Of paupers and pockets full of gold,
As chaos in minds and markets arise,
What will each new day mould?
Tossed in this tempest of never-ending lies.
An authors desire to live a period of change,
Experience the glamour and storm of this day,
But who shall pay the price of this economic derange?
And live to tell this tale that led everything astray?
Will the past in the future emerge as present?
Will all memories of the world as it was disappear?
The tides of change might bring a constant,
As the new dawn might to nothing as seen before adhere!
An artists angst at every sunrise,
The farmers distress at his debts,
A nations folly of it's empty disguise.
Of paupers and pockets full of gold,
As chaos in minds and markets arise,
What will each new day mould?
Tossed in this tempest of never-ending lies.
An authors desire to live a period of change,
Experience the glamour and storm of this day,
But who shall pay the price of this economic derange?
And live to tell this tale that led everything astray?
Will the past in the future emerge as present?
Will all memories of the world as it was disappear?
The tides of change might bring a constant,
As the new dawn might to nothing as seen before adhere!
Those are really the fundamental questions and so beautifully put. This should get published!
ReplyDeletelove the line ...will the past emerge in the future as the present...fabulous!
ReplyDelete"But who shall pay the price of this economic derange? And live to tell this tale that led everything astray?" ---- really liked it
ReplyDeleteYou should write more often. Really. I am suffering from laziness and am calling it writer's block. But this post is gonna go down in history as one of the first poems on the gloomy economy.
ReplyDelete"Will the past in the future emerge as present?"...made we ponder and wonder; an intriguing line for sure.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!