Popular Poems About Apathy

Woke to a howling wind this morning
threw on a flannel and my work pants
out the front door up to the coffee shop
cold stings my fingers like a sliver into the quick
sit down at the big table full of grey and despair
talking about a world that passed us by
while we waited for it to bow
blame it on the ones we left in charge
then raged that they never wanted change
the dollar store sucks up our money like a vacuum
we attack the folks chasing the dream
Annette comes by refills my cup
i wonder to myself  maybe we should do...

The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...

but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.

I had twelve years old, and dreams so young  
Dreamed To be a future poet as life was so long  
 
I had twenty two, and dreams even younger  
Yearned for poems written when getting older  
 
I had thirty three, dreams started to land  
They started to slow down, when ascend  
 
Then forty four, dreams stopped to soar  
Shoulder weighed down by the loads i bore  
 
Now past fifty, dreams are only winged words  
Lazing like those birds hovering above the herds  
 
And then, i envy those care free sleepy...