The Human Curse
We alone among creature
show eternal loyalty
to our lotto birth place.
Long forgotten migrants,
footprints flooded away
by decades of rain and tears,
yet our souls stay chained to
home towns,
three time zones away.
Peace of mind hangs on
the bounce of a football,
though ‘our’ players don’t
share wealth,
or occasional banned
substances.
Halycon Summers of kicking
beer cans
down dead end streets are
romanticized:
The reality of too much crime
and too few jobs, is repressed
–
though that’s why we left
all those distant sunsets
ago.
Richard Sponaugle was born
4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He received a BA from George Mason University.
A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues.
Dear Richard
ReplyDeleteGood point in clear writing.
Thanks for sharing.
Yancy
Dear Richard,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this poem and your unique phrase, "our lotto birthplace". A fresh way of expressing that which we cannot control.
Thank you,
Michael
Richard,
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy your creative poems. Thanks for always staying loyal to "The Poet's Art"
Your friendly editor,
David Fox
Thank you--Richard, Michael and David for sharing your thoughts on Rick's creative poem. I agree with Michael that this is a "fresh way of expressing thoughts. I will be sending these thoughts to him. Congratulations Rick! Wishing you continued success in your writing.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Karen