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· The Kite That Would Not Bow

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· Truth is One


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Avoidin' Quittin' Time

by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com

It’s so easy to forget what we need while we’re chasing our wants.

Monday, August 26, 2013


Poem Artwork
Avoidin’ Quittin’ Time
by Odin Roark

Remember the anxiety
When 5 PM seemed years away
From that mid-afternoon break?

Laborers can’t wait
Secretaries pine for freshening up
Execs on the rise
Taste the anticipation
Jack on the rocks
Goose straight up

So it goes

So many watching the daily clock
Knowing time equals money
Yet needing a breath of freedom’s air
But where?

The ride home
Urban elbows and bad breath
Jammed into subway and bus confinement

Or

The short walk to where?
The bar?
The playground…kid waiting
The park…girlfriend waiting
The one room cave…loneliness waiting

So it goes

Finally retirement
Dreamt about for years
Lived out in…how long?
Surprising months?
Boring years?
How about depressing decades?

So it goes

Then there are some

Time clocks left behind
Anxiety and attachments left behind
Victimization and entitlements left behind

A naked wrinkled body
Free to be
Free to finally understand
Free to appreciate
How little is needed

  


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Reviewed by Ronald Hull
Reviewed on August 27, 2013
Such insight into the human condition… So beautifully expressed. Jobs so separate us from work that we are tied to the clock, yet focus on being free to work on our own. Often, only to find that we are lonely and unconnected without that regimentation of a “job.”

Sparked a memory. One time I was at a conference on a Friday afternoon, staying in a Dallas hotel. I went to the bar for a leisurely drink about 5:30 PM. A guy came in and sat down next to me at the bar and ordered a drink. We chatted briefly while he kept his agitated eye on the freeway out the window. When he saw that the traffic had sufficiently eased off, he downed his second drink and rushed out of the hotel, presumably to slug his way home on his daily commute. I had to feel a bit sorry for him, so tied up by time that he had to drink every day just to deal with it.

Ron

Reviewed by Jansen Estrup
Reviewed on August 27, 2013
I like most the 'Victimization and entitlements left behind' part. How did we 'old folk' get the awful reputation of being so 'conservative'? Your few words sound like a chant we can leave our progeny, beginning at birth. Excellent, as usual. Thanks, Jan

Reviewed by Budd Nelson
Reviewed on August 27, 2013
so very true, we make it what we will
budd

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on August 27, 2013
Free to be
Free to finally understand
Free to appreciate
How little is needed

How so very true, and I learn this more and more, each and every day now, as I wander this world of ours.

Reviewed by Michael True
Reviewed on August 26, 2013
A succinct before and after scenario. For those of us that the work-a-day world cast out as no longer useful, those of us whose luck was tainted with medical bills that could never be fully paid, and $40 grand as that ridiculous excuse for a nest egg, well, getting out was not necessarily an out that could be taken. The struggle for survival will carry most of us to our graves. But do we still hope to live out our simple dreams? You bet! M.True

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on August 26, 2013
a flash mob of sympathy goes out to those locked in the lock step rat race of which you so eloquently speak... few there be and far between who find the meaning of life in the living years and live it out loud without a whisper of defeat... ah yes, he said with Prince Hal, we few, we happy few!

But then if there were more, your words would not have so poignant a ring, now, would they?

If this be realism, and my world-view be fantasy, then oh how real this fantasy!

Roger

Reviewed by Andy Turner
Reviewed on August 26, 2013
So, so very poignant. We hit 20, thinking 30 is forever away... Then comes the day where many regret that they slept through life wondering why the heck they didn't try. Didn't live, or live the lie, the commerce lie of a better gadget, their gadget, makes for the perfect life. Chasing the wind on a set-fair day.

The money-go-round, that no-one jumps off, but are pushed off and left to live the remaining years.

Happily ever disaster.

A most erudite poem.


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