Wheels of steel
Parts of the whole
Born to run
Same now, as before
Forklifts buzzed about the storage lot
He had practiced this in his mind
So much, It seemed real
Didn’t B. S. around–got things done
Comfortable swinging his body
On and off, stake-bed trucks
Liked by bosses–associates, as well
Until the day, things went wrong
Nobody dared look him in the eye
Loyalty–what a joke that was
The case, argued, and closed
Just another has-been, trudged
Through the gray, gravel parking lot
Life was rain
Loud as thunder
Lead to here
But, not there
Couldn’t have it both ways
What price a soul?
Old sayings, adages, there were bunches of them–and many variations. Some carried the intended meaning, some were head-scratchers. How about some new, old sayings?
Between a rock and a hard place. Misinterpreted as, between a rock and a hot plate. The alternative would be much more painful.
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. What about, people in glass houses, should always be discretely and appropriately attired?
Even a blind hog finds the acorn sometimes. The blind animals varied, blind dogs, squirrels–all searched for acorns.
If you grumble, you’ll often stumble. I made that one up for constant complainers.
A rolling stone gathers no moss. As far as I know, no one ever said, “A Rolling Stone gathered no moths.” It would also be true. This was probably inspiration for the famous rock band with Mick Jagger? What about Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone?”
Empty barrels rattled the loudest. This could be modernized to, “Those with nothing to back arguments, talked the loudest.”
If it thundered in December, it would snow in May. This one from my upbringing in the upper Midwest.
He who laughed first, laughed last. On this first day of Spring, Mother Nature had the last laugh.
That’s the question
All older people asked
And if they didn’t ask
They were thinking it
Good days, bad days
Work got done
Or, not done
Things went the right way
Things went astray
Going faster and faster
Didn’t always make things better
Where’s the fire
what’s the hurry about?
You’ve got so much to do
And only so many
Hours in a day…
But you know when the truth is told
That you can get what you want
Or, you can just get old…
Billy Joel’s, Vienna Waits For You–
Cars without reverse gears
Fronts same as backs
Driven either way
Imitated streetcars, trains
Made quick getaways
95% pure hooey
Reflected in their eyes
Some stared down
The end of their noses
Clucked their tongues
Danced superiority dances
At pot luck dinners
Past imperfect tenses
Filed in fed-up files
An accusation flew. There was very little truth behind it.
After all, the event occurred forty-eight years ago. In another era–another time, during the Cold War.
A story about basic training in a share group. My decision, the better of two bad choices, almost forgotten.
I was somewhat surprised to be judged by someone who hadn’t been there. Chalked it up to the anonymity of the internet.
At first, wanted to lash out, but reconsidered. Who knew what the motivation of the accuser was? Not my place to psychoanalyze.
It just proved, that a statement as benign as, “The sky is blue,” could be objectionable to someone.
All of us have opinions. Sometimes I wish people would keep their opinions to themselves.