Someday they will gather at my end
Each heart will mourn in its own way
The old folks will cry without shame
The young will smile and remember when
The children will just wonder who’s in the box
Author: Jerry Brotherton
I am The Backyard Poet and I warn you that, not only will I ramble on about nothing but, I have been known to stand upon my soapbox and rant about things I care nothing about just to hear the sound of my own voice. I will try to force my opinion upon anyone willing to pay the slightest attention.
Struggle to Be Free
We enter the world in perfect grace
No preconceived notions or bias
Of wealth, success, fame or race
No hatred, anger, or malice
It starts with a slap across the behind
To learn nothing can be taught without pain
We learn to cry and so we find
We can manipulate others for our own gain
We learn to crawl to get to things
Our mothers will not give
We learn to walk so we might know
A better way to live
We learn to run, too think, to try
To find what we are meant to be
We learn to hate, to steal, to lie
In our struggle to be free
We learn to love because we thought
We could not face the end alone
But everything must end, does it not
That’s the thing we’ve always known
A Retail Life
Around my workplace there is a buzz about my book ‘The Incoherant Rambling of an Old Man’ and a few of my co-workers asked me if I could dedicate something to them. So here is my dedication to you, Anna Bannana, Jake, Lynn, and Kindra. This one is for you. To the rest of the world…hope you enjoy it to.
This one’s for Jake because you suck in apparel
This one’s for Anna who’s just drifting along
This one’s for Lynn who Groots-out to Star Wars
This one’s for Kindra who just sings her own song
A Retail Life
I trudge through the side entrance
Past the wall of Pepsi products
Down the aisle between
Beauty aids and bedding
Passing stacks of toilet paper
As Seen on TV and Sporting goods
Deeper into the insatiable appetite
Of American consumerism
I enter through the door marked
DO NOT ENTER!
Climb the stairs to exchange my freedom
For a badge number and a pricing gun
To trade my free-will for numbness
I am now doomed to lurk up and down
These never ending corridors
Seeking, probing…Forever searching
For the end of the day
2017 (So Far)
North Korean nukes
Trump’s dictatorship
Russia has U.S. duped
WikiLeaks has loose lips
Terrorism-Hate-War
Disease-Starvation-Genocide too
No more health care for the poor
Hey, at least you can’t take your money with you
God is gone
Doomsday clock ticks on
They say the end of times is drawing nigh
Is that the truth or just another lie
Seal the borders
Rely on fate
Is it too early
Or too late
One thing I find discerning
There is no doubt
People still leave it to politicians
To work it all out
So is there anything we should worry about?
Lullaby
I’d like to sing to you a lullaby
To make all your troubles disappear
Tell you there is no need to cry
That you will never know hate or fear
But I must tell you about the boy in class
With a gun tucked in his backpack
And how life can be taken in a flash
And some mistakes can’t be taken back
I would like to tell you a Fairy Tale
Of how friendships made will never end
And true love will always prevail
A world where evil will never win
But I have a different story to tell
About the maniac with a bomb in his car
Planned his action far too well
And left the shopping mall a lifeless char
I would like to hold you in my arms
To place a kiss upon your brow
Tell you I will keep you safe from harm
And always be there for you somehow
But a different song of fate I must sing
Not “Hush Little Baby, Don’t say a Word”
‘Cause the world is filled with monstrous things
With boiling blood and hatred stirred
So sleep tonight under a peaceful sky
Let tomorrow bring what may
I can only promise you that I will try
To keep all the monsters away
Jerry Brotherton 