Wars
Endless Wars
Fires burning the sky
Fields failing without rain
Hunger
Disease
Millions fleeing horrors
From the South
North
East to West
In all directionsof the compass
Seeking safety
Hoping for something better

The news shows blurbs of the chaos. Talking heads of the media spread rumors, lies, untruths.
Thirty seconds more than enough
For a fifteen second attention span.
No one goes where to go
They tell us a paths
To nowhere.

This is not a world For young or old or in-between.

Woody Allen said he can deal with the despair, it’s the hope I can’t take.

An old friend called the other day.
Besieged by meaninglessness
Hope has bled from his life
Fearful of the predicted doom spin
Of the Misery everywhere.

And like everyone in the media connected world
Is alone.

I understand.
I’m not driving a GTO
I’m not rich I live far from my family
My children.
My old friends are old
No one speaks anymore
They don’t converse.
They are hermits.
As am I

But I reach out.
I take care of what I can
I help who I can
An old hippie
I believe in joy
A child’s smile
An autumn rose
The scent of the sea
Through a car’s open window
On the BQE
Heading to the Rockaways

This evening planes fly over Brooklyn
Cars motor on Myrtle Avenue
The neighborhood afoot
Restaurants full
Friends saying hello to one another
A community
Of People
Of life
Hope for the better
Poor no rich here
We got what we got
Enough?
Never enough.

I am where I am.

Clinton Hill.
The sun setting to the West.
The sky turning cobalt
A few stars gleam to the night of the East.

I call my friend.
I say three words

We are us.

Whatever is coming is coming
And we will live
Every second Of every minute of every hour of every day

Unlike Woody Allen we still have hope for tomorrow And whatever comes out way.

The good the bad and the in-between.
Great your motors running
Live

ps We are coming for your children.