Jewel Drops ~ Philip Brent

Way late on a west-coast afternoon
I think it a month or two past June
Could I succeed despite many tries
When time crawls, when time flies

No matter what we choose, decide
You deal with some you can’t abide
Relatives and some you call friends
You decide to enjoy it, or pretend

News grows scarier each, every day
Fools take actions which all must pay
While other meet, foment revolution
No-one will believe there’s a solution

How can it be that we can’t see sense
When we start wars on any pretense
The big picture so vast most can’t see
Why then does it seem obvious to me

Am I anyone you would heed, bother
No one, sharing only what I conceive
Whether I am say this thing, another
Try my best to tell you what I believe

Every ‘once upon a time’ embraces
Happily ever after, end of the world
No matter what trail any story paces
Death of a hero, the princess cured

True of history as well as any fiction
All open paths to the future remain
Eventual outcome inflicts restriction
If we screw it up we can’t complain