For those who often miss my satire [this poem is not about rich kids], substitute "Liberty", "Freedom", "America", or "Entitlement", for Golden.
A golden bough upon your head,
rest little baby, no need to cry.
Daddy's rich, your Mom's good-looking,
rest little baby, warm, safe and dry.
The future foretold you'd live this way,
no toil and sorrow will come to you.
No illness or injury on this day,
only fabulous fortune tried and true .
Everything you want is at your side,
it is just the way the bough bends.
Without asking you'll have a pony to ride.
The best of friends good money sends.
On a golden bough you will ride,
through a life of wealth and plenty.
You will never see the seedy side,
except when rake and randy.
When the bough bends deep,
you feign but do not weep.
True to your self you always keep,
when life gives pits you get candy.
But when the bough breaks,
and the earth quakes,
will you give up the gold,
for what’s handy?
You get us thinking again, in your rhyme schemes that almost always make sense on reflection. And, you always have a clincher of a stanza...somehow I think so true of this time period! And that bough looks to break for sure, and that earth they say will quake a bit more...
Thank you every insightful Sir!
Ron, you have crafted another satiric masterpiece -- one of your finest renderings my friend -- " except when rake and randy" is a magnificent line, but was it too, "handy"? -- thanks sharing for another very entertaining work -- peace and love -- Jon Michael
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Thank you every insightful Sir!
excellent poem, Ron ...
Take care,
Sherry
Regis
And yes ... I agree! One of your very best!
richard
The last line hits like a ton of bricks. Wonderful write!
Mary