Thoughts for Older White Men
I get it . . .
Your world is crashing around you.
Your final sitzkrieg in front of Roger Ales
has come to a crashing halt
Battle of the Bulgest
But please just stop!
You can’t hold back,
the Rising Tide.
Didn’t your profits say,
“A rising tide lifts all boats?”
The tide is Rising
And the Seas, Refugees,
forgotten underclass of
Barbers, and Caddies,
Cleaning Ladies, and
Migrant Mothers and
Sons. Their Dreams Too.
As Blondie once put it,
“The Tide is High”
That means it is time to Retreat
to Higher and safer grounds.
You won the political war for
40, maybe 50 years but
the Wind has Changed
all the Planets went
Retrograde. What
ever That
Means? ask
Nancy (Reagan!)
Like just Maybe, they
did 2020 years ago.
Billy Joel sang about 2,000 years
at Madison Square Garden.
At the dawning of a new Day,
He Mocked You for Paying his
Sky High Ticket Prices
but was too Scared to Release
His own Classical Opus Dei
Breathe, Play Golf, or
Enjoy Your Grandchildren.
The Torch has already been,
Passed to the Nexxt Generation
“No end to sorrow
Caused by the same endless fears
Why can’t we learn from all we’ve been through
After two thousand years?
There will be miracles
After the last war is won
Science and poetry
Rule in the new world to come
Prophets and angels
Gave us the power to see
What an amazing future there will be
And in the evening
After the fire and the light
One thing is certain
Nothing can hold back the night”
We get your pain.
Nobody wants to die, or
accept defeat, and that
Includes your Mother Earth.
What would the Indigo Girls say?
I heard them open for Neil Young
once, but you guys were too
Stoned to listen.
“Everybody loves a hero an image to create
Antithesis of everything inside theirselves they hate
But you’d better close your eyes when it’s time for them to die
Cause you’d hate to think the life we built upon them was a lie”
I skipped my Senior Banquet to go
I was always a sucker for a concert
and . . . a pretty girl.
Maybe you could listen now,
Before it is too late for
The Rest of Us.
