Helpless

apathy and laziness of man to improve

I had to write a helpless poem

that others couldn't stand

I had to write about their fear

that kept them running grand

I had to tell them that their fun

was coward to enjoy

I had to tell them that their friends

had joined them in a cloy

I had to say they never tried

to solve a problem yet

I had to say they often said

there's never time to get

I tried to say I'd help them out

but never knew my place

I'd only introduce myself

to friends who kept my pace

I wanted all my time to be

a service for my words

But often thought to spend my time

I'd have to be on sherds

To offer them a helping hand

I'd have to be half crazy

And only know to wait for them

in hopes they'd curb their lazy

They only go to wait for death

and any hope that's cozy

And only know to cling to rope

when hung for deaths more rosy

I wonder if they'll ever change

and hope they find their way

I'll offer up my services

when knowing them some day

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Good work on this poem Trevor. To me it almost has a pessimistic view of life seeing beyond the illusions some portray in order to make it through the day. All the rosey-ness, joy, and dancing fake and false. Like a piedpiper leading the mice toward the waters edge of their doom dancing. But the teller of the tale is more enlightened to the truth and won't be swayed by their false joy. Thank you for sharing your work.

[Trevor McLeod]

Thanks Carlos. It is pessimistic. It was a take on the News making everyone seem helpless. There's a fire; evacuate. There's a war; evacutate. The false joy is when you think you are safe after leaving...LOL Thanks for your kind words Carlos. Trevor

[Pauline]

I see that Carlos has hit the nail on the head Trevor so there's nothing really left to say that I enjoyed the read.