Some Door, Some Place

We like living in the gilded cage

And many of us can't stand

to see it rearranged

 

Tossed about like a ship

in a foul storm

But every time in every age,

it is the norm

 

And it sucks that we must

become the slaves

 

Slaves to the cage

Slaves to the wage

Slaves to the normalcy

of being rearranged

 

Crushing economic times,

or because the being in question

made some bad choices

and it's hard to stomach

the truth of all the

reassuring voices

 

But it feels better to

pry open shut doors

It gives one the

semblance they

are doing more

 

More than nothing anyway

 

And more than nothing is

always better than less

than something

 

Adapt yourself, as one poet

wrote, and that's all we can do

 

Adapt yourself to keep your gilded cage

Adapt yourself to be easily rearranged

 

Some door, some place will open

 

Even if it is the horizontal one into the ground

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

In the military one of the motivating words. "Adapt, re-set and go forward." Can fit into real life too. If we are not careful. Freedom of thoughts and view is being took away. When you allow big money to control a country. Small people become just pawns with little purpose. Need people to read, read and understand. Education is the key. Freedom can be lost and a wise man fight to his last breathe for his ideas and life. A very good ending to a excellent poem. You can make my mind come alive.
Coyote