Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
With whom will I stay young at heart
if all just keep growing older and frail
with all world trying to appear so smart
but somehow -- all that being to no avail.
Loneliness and boredom, and love not returned
politics and climate and the higher price of gas
nothing about true happiness we ever learned
so that's how man qualifies for a pathetic ass.
What words are left there to communicate
about some clownish joys of a liberation
if it's all about grudge, paranoia, hate
in each person and entire nation.
Then people bother God with their passive praying
for things which they themselves neglected to do
irresponsible life had its price they are paying
for all those things they managed to screw.
So what's the deal about living this life
if it has all turned into a crappy routine
filled with their worry, anger, and strife
making of the world a pathetic scene.
Where is that laughing chorus for me to join
or some workshop with souls eager to grow
some place where I'd spend my very last coin
with a band of jesters and their carefree glow.
For life is one, forget reincarnation
and clock mercilessly keeps ticking
why not invent a reason for elation
while we are still alive and kicking.
© 2021 Val Karas