White Washed

When we were young, we did think deeply for a short time
Seeing with some clarity the ills and miracles of the world
Until we got up to speed and life white washed our idealism
Buying a new sofa seemed paramount and a paycheck the day’s sacrifice

Then when we gained and lost, and then again took our place, building
We realized that the ghosts in our hearts were speaking truths
And we listened with a dogs ear and saw with a raptor’s eye and cried for lost time
The idealism came back in gushes and slides, thinking became legal

So do we see it as lost time or the natural path of accountability, survival
Some of the younger set seem to have figured out the paradox,
We call them misguided, a scourge on working class society as we knew
But in my heart I think they have learned and adapted, trying to close the book

On inequality

Author's Note

No significant notes at this time, please check back regularly as things change quickly here on the WC.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This line speaks volumes: "until life white washed our idealism" . . . it brings so much to mind about how that idealism crumbled & we got complacent & I believe the future is in a worse place for it. I do have hope in the younger generations & hopefully they stick with the fight better than we did. I love how you go from whimsical to deeply serious topics . . . a moving ride thru your postings! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[kentuck14]

C,
It just came to me how this style of yours is familiar . . . These long lines remind me of L. Cohen's song lyrics sung in a flowing gush. You did some deep philosophy in this one my man! Looking back . . . then looking at now . . . and seeing what goes around comes around . . . sometimes slightly revised. Again, congratulations.
T.

[Neville]

I'm with jacob on this one .. am gonna go look for me tying an dying paraphernalia as soon as my peace placards have dried... written like the good un you are squire.... N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

our movement died out...not sure why exactly...many of my friends went from hippie freaks to yuppie freaks...and the motivations from peace and love to money and security and well.
we all try to survive..some of us holding on to those old ideals....i relate to this a ton, Crowley.
thank you for this poem.
j.