Meant For Me?

Walking down the street,                                                                         Hoping you will meet,                                                                       Someone who is interesting,                                                                   With something you have in common.

Walking slowly past,

You stop, turn, and glance.

 

Inside and out, 

Someone seems to shout.

 

“What will you give for this…”

Sounds like an Auction

Don't want to miss!

 

It’s drawing me inside, just turn!

Must stop, listen, enter, learn.

 

No chair to sit.

I’ll just stand and watch.

 

I step inside, 

No place to hide.

 

“Come on, come on, 

You know it’s great!

 

"All that’s needed 

Is a little paint!"

 

Cannot see what

Others can.

 

I’ve done one of those

It wasn’t what I chose.

 

Far away it looked great.

Up close I saw ‘it ain’t”.

 

Looked so good when first seen.

Thought it was the “perfect dream”.

 

When I took it on, it was fake

Everything said was simply bait.

 

A lure on a long line 

Dangling a great “find”.

 

I took the bait

Didn’t hesitate.

 

Now I see

THIS JOB WAS NOT

Meant For Me.

Is or Is It Not.

What’s real today,                                                                                                              Is hard to say.

With so many views

It’s constant “News”.

 

Easy to yell and shout.

Telling everyone

What “It’s” ALL About.

 

What happened      

To valuing time

 

Shorter work days?

Shallower minds?

 

Why do we accept?

And not turn away?

 

If something sounds wrong,

Why do we stay?

 

It used to be 

The “Call of the Wild”

That drew us out..

 

Today we swallow 

before we chew.

WE ARE The World

We Are The World                                                                                                             Four Short Words.            

They ring as true today                                                                                                     As they did yesterday.

Heritage --                                                                            

From  Many Countries                                                          

Over Several Centuries.

 

We are blended. 

And mixed.

 

We are all ages 

We are all stages.

 

We work.

We play. 

 

Looking forward. 

To better days.

 

We Share and Care.

Helping all who are there.

 

A Finite Area.

In An Unknown, 

Endless Universe.

 

We are like little Ants

Crawling around

In a Vast, Open, Space.

 

Making a few changes.

Teaching and Learning.

Short lived overall.

 

A Gift toTreasure.

Careful how you Measure!

Constant Comments

No land line now.                                                            

In Hand, pocket, purse.   

Availability when turned on.

Silence when tuned off.

 

So what’s the “dif” these days.

“On” isn’t when you hear it "Ring."

 

That’s as old as clocks on walls.

Still break apart if they fall.

 

We see and believe our way is best.

Today’s world, the Cell, is a beast at rest.

 

It demands and it records.

It summons and it hoards.

 

Small space retaining life

Sets up all kinds of strife.

What's next we ask.

What will rise to the task?

A curtain covers what we can't see.

Is it listening or is it just me?

Tracking, reporting, borrowing, ensuring.

IT learns turned on, we watch it glow.

Where does all that "info" go?

Who weeds through all of what we know?

No need for reaching in pockets to play.

Our thoughts will directly transfer each day.

Privacy will be a "lost art" hidden away.

To bring it back will simply NOT BE "OK".

 

Step Right Up

I shake my head as I try to walk.                                                   Looking past to find a path. 

Careful! "I" tell "me"; Do Not Blink.                                                      If I close my eyes I see the Past.

While it means a lot, it does not last.                                                How do I get from "Point A to B"?

There are no instructions that I can see.                                   Thousands of voices crying out to me . 

Telling me they know how: "Follow Me!"                                          All for a price, time and money, of course. 

Their ways are of interest but pale in the light.                                   You see, one way isn't always what's "right". 

Like the "Barker" at the Circus,                                                         They stand and move about.                                                            Their voices raised, always a "SHOUT". 

They believe if they keep "poking" at you,                                             You'll give in to their "low value". 

Some just like to hear themselves shout.                                          They believe it shows value to "reach out". 

The wise person on the road                                                           Listens and takes away                                                                                                  Not spending time or money.                                                Recognizing its a "pay to play". 

If you value time from beginning to end.                                         You'll step aside letting others "go ahead”.