Rose Colored Lens...

If I die Tonight,
     at least I know
     I tried to do what's Right,
     may not have made it
     but at least I finally saw the Light
     and pondered on the Mysteries
     and sadly subtle histories
     of Man's oh so sorry Plight...
Not a Knight, but a Vassal
     guarding the Gates
     to keep the Huns
     from storming the Castle;
     all too aware of the Danger,
     all too sure of the Hassles
     that ensue from trying to be true
     to yourself and the things
     you try to do
     despite all the outrageous Fortunes,
     ill advised comments,
     ominous Portents and Omens
     reminding me "You can't go Home again"
     (if there was ever such a place)
     where you could look in the Mirror
     and face the Reality,
     or is it we never truly see the Truth,
     just a part of it?...
Will it to be so;
     Adapt and Overcome,
     ain't that the way
     the story goes?...
One plant dies and another grows
     but in the same soil
     and how the Slaves toil,
     broiling in the noonday sun,
     another row finished
     but another has begun
     in the Field of Opportunity
     where there is no unity,
     just everybody scrambling
     for their share,
     with not a penny or a cigarette to spare,
     just Mistrust and Fear
     and hairy eyeball stares
     at the cut of your cloth
     or the length of your hair,
     never realizing
     or trying to understand where
     each of us is coming from
     for though we all see the same Sun,
     we bend to different Light...
                 August 4,2014