Your Days are Numbered!

Looking at you pant and grunt,
Listening to your words now
And sometimes to the words of the helpful lady
Who announces politely and repeatedly
That the subscriber is nowhere to be found;
As we struggle with little success
To catch your eye now,
We wonder if it was you
Who was once rumoured
To have filled to brim
His pockets with stones
For fear of being carried away
By the gentle breeze.
We wonder whether it was you
Who was once at our beck and call.
What happened to your tune,
To which we danced lame?
What about the promises?
We slipped we admit
When from your pocket we sipped
And as you seek to replenish
What you never lost
And reaping where you’ve never sown
We sit and mourn.
Our eyes now see
Gone are the blindfolds
And so is the spell.
Your days are numbered!

Author's Note

This is directed to our politicians!

Reviews

[Sugar Plum ♥]

it sounds nice, but honestly I can`t understand it, I suppose i`m not very good in politics...

[khalid]

your days are numbered...very nice qute. very honest, very trustfull, so much well-known qute..but, who remembers it??? very few people remember it although all people believe in it since death is the only fact all people agree on! the higher in rank a person is, the more he forgets about death...very nicely written...thank you for sharing

[Lorelle]

How incredibly apropos. Great imagery.

[Mockingbird]

i agree that politicians never follow through with their promises. when that happens we feel betrayed.'reaping where you've never sown.' that is a very profound statement. i feel it means he's taken things from the people whom he never helped. taking credit for things he didn't do, and denying anything that may have been wrong. great poem. your message comes through.

[patricia]

i thought this poem was absolutely fantastic.
To have filled to brim
his pockets with stones
For fear of being carried away. .......Brilliant!