Poetry by Randy of the Philippines The Society November 7, 2012 Poetry The Old Man in the Tree I once met a man who lived high in a tree Down on the south coast of old Sicily The people would stop and look up and they’d say “Why do you live in the strange way?” A tree is no place for a man they would say The city’s much nicer please don’t go this way It hurts us to see how you suffer they’d say Please turn back you’ve gone the wrong way! At first it was hard for the man in the tree But soon he was comfortable as could be Soon people admired and envied his style And traveled to see him from miles Tell us old man from high up in the tree Your secret for somehow we just cannot see We’ve hunted for silver and searched for the gold But life’s grown no richer just cold Riches like silver and gold have I none But I have the moon and the stars and the sun The sky is my blanket when daytime is done The wind cools the scorch of the sun Year after year you stay up in the tree The wind and the rain you take so comfortable Your life seems so simple and yet it’s so grand Please help us we don’t understand The old man looked down from his perch in the sky He could see clearly ‘cause he was so high Perspective he said is the name of the game I’m special ‘cause I’m not the same Surely there’s more to your secret than that After all we could have been where you’re at Your answer’s too simple for us to accept You and your theories we reject He turned with a smile laughed and said with a glee Then you go live your life and I’ll live like me And judge for yourself who the happier be You or the old man in the tree Apathy Sometimes it is easier to say what the heck Just ignore the problems the whole thing reject Just pretend the problems what ever they be Are not worth your time or your efforts the key It’s all about attitude it in your head Just go to sleep – back to bed – play like you are dead Tomorrow – today – it will all go away Just give it some time and just refuse to pay Our lives are now open like doors with out keys What’s Important today tomorrow won’t be We live on computers false realities We think that we matter because strangers see What is it in us that we all feel we need To have so many friends we’re all on TV Our problems our stories our dreams we do share Believing that thousands of strangers will care It’s sad that our world is so young and naive That we all need to wear our hearts on our sleeves We text and we tweet and we often repeat A hundred times over we publish deceit The pictures we share now show us with more hair We’re fat and were lazy we really don’t care We’re proud of the fact that we don’t have to work So big we’re disabled we all have our quirks So now the world owes us and we are all stressed You can’t even get up go out or get dressed So many problems for the pills in the drawer Just take one for the stress and then take a few more You can’t concentrate now or focus my mind You must deserve better from all of mankind So why not today just pretend that you’re dead Just lay there complaining – You might need new meds The world all around you will surely go on But you can just lay there – it’s just all so wrong You’re life – you’re existence – depends on the state What happens from here is more luck than just fate It’s sad that together so many gave up I know it’s a mess but with work and some luck Perhaps it can change we can turn from our greed But living so large has become our new creed We have to have this and we have to have that We can’t live without it – we just like fat cats No longer see reason – no longer know thrift We all are like sheep that have been set adrift Technology now it is moving so fast We all feel no need to get off of our ass Let robot machines built the things that we own If anyone threaten just send in a drone The world all around us is going to hell Big corporations have all poisoned the well The doctors and lawyers the Gods that now be Strings pulled by lobbyist – behind closed door thieves No fiscal restraint and no morality The truth’s full of lies and distorted to be All too big to fail yet can you really not see? It’s all about greed we have all been deceived It’s all been high jacked and world is no more It’s all now control behind secret closed doors If you don’t have your share – too late to complain You’re home values gone and it’s all such a shame So why not get up and go jump in your truck Just look out the window you only see yuck Perhaps if you vote to remove the disease Tomorrow we’ll wake up and we will be free Randy is an American who spent most of his life in construction and music. He is now retired and lives on a remote island in the Philippines. This poem is among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. Related Post ‘Hope’ and Other Poetry by Neil Dachstadter Hope What task be done, you thought was not? What asked and sought, forgot, was wrought? What strain was set against a blow? As gain unfet... 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