More Poetry Please

It’s been days since I wrote,
Days filled with words without melody,
Describing and detailing,
Proposing and negotiating,
But devoid of the charm,
Of aimless poetry.

My soul hungers for a song,
That only few hear,
That doesn’t have anything to do,
With politics or business,
Or winning in sports.

It’s not that I need success,
Or approval, or wealth,
But boy do I want it,
And why?
So my child will have,
A comfortable life.

So my friends can count on me,
If they ever need something,
So I don’t go bitter when I’m old.

Fear, that’s what it is,
Fear that when I die,
They might say you failed,
To play the game right.

All you needed was to keep a job,
And take care of your family,
And you chose eternal wisdom,
Like wisdom ever paid the bills.

“I did it out of love.”
How can anyone live a life,
Of abandon,
As if the universe really cared,
About fasting and meditating.

This is the weirdness of life,
And every time I decide on one,
The other side comes bounding in,
Encouraging then, angrily now,

You can hold both,
You don’t see it yet, but,
You can hold it all,
It’s proof of your capabilities.

The good news is that now,
I care less, about the results,
As I care more,
About the process.

In every moment,
To live the moment,
At times conversing with spirits,
Then writing some code,
Then helping someone through a crisis,
To making big bold plans,
To missing a meal,
Then inviting a friend to dinner.

This wonderful life,
Keeps moving,
But I do wish there was,
Some more poetry in it,
And songs shared with friends.