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A Fine Madness
by Ronald W. Hull
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Ladder to Moon Courtesy

-in all cases please feel free to substitute "she" for "he."

There is a fine madness in the mind of man,
it slips in quietly, as though on the lam.

It slips in the cracks in his defense,
and it helps him get off the fence.

But that is his demise.
Most men catch it.
Only the few become wise.

He wasn't born that way; his heart was pure.
But his culture awaited, wanting to make sure.

That he learned all their mores, good and bad.
That he learned their prejudices, like all he had.

But then he came to a place called school,
where he learned about other things,
like the Golden Rule.

School opened his mind to the world,
and with that many contradictions unfurled.

Some contradictions were easily slayed,
but others were angrily displayed.

Sometimes he had to fight for what was right,
even if he looked a fool in his friend's sight.

Choosing his friends became the rule,
his friends made him strong,
his friends made him cool.

But he had to grow up and get on with his life,
go to college, get a job, and take him a wife.

Some looked to college, as training for a job,
others to cool, gain knowledge, or hobnob.

For some the pressure of college was too great,
a fine madness got him and it was too late.

For those without college options were few,
work for his father, flip burgers, or stew.

Over why he couldn't have the finer things in life,
while a fine madness crept into his strife.

If he chose the military, with long boredom,
followed by brief shots of instant terror,
if alcohol didn't get him, a fine madness lay there.

And so, like most men, he fell in love and married,
so often too early when he should have tarried.

A fine madness crept in and split them apart,
their promises of forever were never smart.

The middle of life he struggled with money,
the house, the car, the kids, and, the honey.

He had no time for thought or general reflection,
what his buddies did, was his only expectation.

He grew tired of his work and other men's rules,
sought retirement early, not like other fools.

He blamed the government for his dilemmas,
and sought its protection and its tools.

A fine schizophrenia that caught him unawares,
government was bad when it cost him,
good when it countered his terrors.

As he grew older and hoped to be wise,
a brain disease came over him that he despised.

Forgetful and inarticulate, he gradually gave in,
to the prejudices of his childhood, allowing them to win.

Afraid of his life, and fearful of death,
religion overtook him, to his last breath.

Copyright 2009 Ronald W. Hull


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Reviewed by Layla Thomas 2/1/2012
it is a rather fine madness case i die young and no one remembers just how fine things were....i've spelled it out for them over my heart in the flesh. i've got my own philosophies as we all do i am sure. ironic, i bought myself a cross today and someone asked me what religion I was having never seen me wear such a thing...whichever will have me i said with a grin...

have a peaceful day my friend. i do so enjoy your writes.
Reviewed by Patrick Granfors 11/27/2009
Ah, the fine madness. Don't we all get a taste of it. Well at least I can't deny it. Excellent synopsis of the masses. Patrick
Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle 11/27/2009
This is a great poem.I enjoy reading it,take care
Reviewed by Jon Willey 11/25/2009
Ron, another thought provoker as well as a reminder of the many avenues available as options for the life we decide to live -- an impressive modernization, 21st century interpretation of "Solomon Grundy" -- thanks for sharing this work -- Happy Thanksgiving to you and your -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat 11/25/2009
Very well done Ron. Funny how different lives take different turns, but one thing is in common and definite, we are born and than we die, and what happens in between is up to us.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva 11/25/2009
EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten 11/24/2009
And you know, truly is "A Fine Madness"...When you ask someone, How are you? and they say, Fine. You know they are merely lying! :) Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Love and Peace~
Reviewed by E T Waldron 11/23/2009
Ron. this is such a fine profound poem. Sad, yet it seems there will always be those who know how to make things happen, while too many fail while waiting for others to show them how. Well done! Happy Thanksgiving!
Reviewed by richard cederberg 11/23/2009
Now this is an interesting helicopter view.
A scary notion not having enough time
for reflection. Enjoyed!
Reviewed by Sherry Heim 11/23/2009
Some people never seize the moment and find their way. They never learn to balance life, set their priorities and make them happen. ...and so they keep searching for that magic potion or other person to ensure that they will get everything they want from life. In the end, their life is hollow and they are left wondering why. Interesting topic for a poem, well done, Ron. Happy Thanksgiving.
Take care,
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 11/22/2009
Such a realization that has been lived many times over...

Be always safe,
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 11/22/2009
Sounds like my life so far...though I have not drawn that last breath...e
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 11/22/2009
Quite a summary of how many lives seem to go, Ron. Sobering thoughts indeed. Thank you, friend. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 11/22/2009
SUch is life for many of us!!

Great work Master Poet!!

Love Tinka

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