Elevator Music

For all the crabbing that I do,
My life's been charmed up to
This point. My dad took me
Into the mountains every
Weekend when I was a kid.
I had a brilliant friend with
Whom to be a teen-aged snot.
I drifted in and out of schools,
And jobs, apartments, many
Years, genteelly in poverty,
With food stamp food,
Without a car. I fell in love
With someone who's put up
With me and paid my bills,
And borne four truly splendid
Children, all of whom still
Speak to me, over about
Three dozen years. I live
Inside a fine old house with
Moldings on its walls, and
Books and paintings, and
A lovely view of trees and
Fields and endless sky.
I have wants which go
Unfilled, but do not lack
The things I need. Why, then,
Am I always crabbing?
I can't say I know.


I'm no ornithologist, so I may
Have a much too rosy view
Of what those hawks which
Float on updrafts have to face.
I don't want to know if they
Are plagued by parasites
Or doubts, if they have trouble
Finding food or mates, or they
Can't feed the kids. I'll assume
That they're just fine, relaxed,
Enjoying peace of mind, as they
Turn circles in the sky, and wish
That I could, too.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-29 at 17:16

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