angst of eighteen

sing a song O bright green days
when light flows pink about the end of the maze
and ground underfoot is moist but firm
the soil feeds richly all needy that yearn
O show us this world
we all know it exists where money means nothing
&justice persists, we read but who writes
of such fabulous tales
in this day of starving children blown lost
by a gale, O where find decency
in a land of heart held fallacy
where rises among rubble the palaces,
look quickly----for night brings out death,
the sunset marks our next last breath
but they'll write and relate all thru our sleep
create nightmares of cliffs & fated leaps
O lucky for those who croak ever young,
bitter lies never eat at their tongues

(age 18, 1985)