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Hard Times

by

Jeffery Allen

Well, I'm savin' my money,
'Cause things are real tight,
And it's gettin' kinda' hard to to sleep at night.

I got laid off last month,
After 20 odd years,
But it ain't no use sheddin' my tears.

The people I worked for,
Shuttered the mill,
They coulda' sold it, and we'd be workin' there still.

Though it seemed to make sense,
And their praises we'd sing,
Seems corporate greed is a curious thing.

I got an education,
And experience too,
But these days, it seems, like that just won't do.

And so I'm poundin' the pavement,
Lookin' for work,
But in the shadows, poverty lurks.

New jobs are comin',
Is what they all say,
And things will all get better one day.

I hope they come soon,
'Cause lately it seems,
I'm sayin' farewell to all of my dreams.

Got a house I can't sell,
'Cause the market went south,
I really don't know just what that's about.

I put all my savings,
In a retirement plan,
But I lost most of it to some kinda' scam.

If I hear of work,
Ya' know I'll give you a call,
But things aren't lookin' too good at all.

Times will get better,
Is what I've been told,
But in the meantime, the wind sure blows cold.

If things turn around,
And we're back in the pink,
We'll meet up again and our glasses we'll clink.

So take heart my brother,
Ya' know we gotta be strong,
At least 'till better times come along.


Untitled

by

Jeffery Allen

Don't look at me, and expect to find,
Compassion, nurturing and words most kind.
They were stolen by thieves, deep in the night,
Though I was young and strong, I wasn't up to the fight.

Don't look at me, and think I am true,
My appearance deceives, and my heart has grown cruel.
It wasn't my wish, to harden my heart,
But deceit and dishonesty, have torn it apart.

Don't look at me, and expect that you'll see,
Strength, loyalty, and a soul that is free.
Though I've tried to stay free, loyal and strong,
I found deceit led to riches, and cared not about wrongs.

Don't look at me, and hope to discover,
A diamond agleaming, hid beneath a dark cover.
You may think sun and water, are all all a plant needs,
But your careful planting, will soon all go to seed.

Don't look at me, and expect to find hope,
For each day I slip closer, to the end of my rope.
Though my hands hold tight, and my grip is quite strong,
It takes more than strength to right every wrong.

Don't look at me, and expect honor to find,
It's been poisoned, tainted, and erased from my mind.
Though you may not believe me, you may well mount a search,
To find it rusted and buried, down deep in the earth.

Don't look at me, with anger and wrath,
And vow that you'd never take the same path.
The roads that we tread are not always straight,
And each of us must finally, face our grim fate.

Don't look at me please, my dreams are now sand,
Seems I've succumbed to all that is evil in man.
Though I'd like to be begin again, simple and free,
Seems as the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

Misery

by

Jeffery Allen

I've lain for hours with this gun on my chest,
But soon all my worries will be laid to rest.
I've pondered for ages, my last act of life,
And find the thought calming to be rid of this strife.

It's a pity most sad, when we search for true meaning,
And all to be found is gold and silver agleaming.
But to live in the real world as we all must do,
Is to find nothing but greed and poverty too.

The days are now long, and they grow longer still,
The hours and minutes get harder to fill.
The years of my youth have long ago lapsed,
Now there's only one thing which must come to pass.

I've played by the rules, and tried to stay true,
But it wasn't enough, and my time is now through.
The thieves and robbers that I always have scorned,
Are now arrogant, wealthy, and richly adorned.

It's always been true, but I just didn't see,
How the rich man manipulates both you and me.
Try though we may, to wager a fight,
We only succumb to the wealthy man's might.

When I was young, and the world so exciting,
I never guessed then, these words I'd be writing.
But as years have gone by, and my vision has blurred,
I've seen all the hardships that man has endured.

To think of tomorrow, now wearies my soul,
Though young you may call me, I feel very old.
It isn't hard times that have stolen my youth,
But great things I was told, run afoul of the truth.

The things in a man that once were admired,
Are now seen as weakness, and long since retired.
Honesty and integrity are now things of the past,
And have long been replaced by avarice and graft.

The cold steel of the gun caresses my cheek,
At long last there are no words left to speak.
All the phrases and words I spoke in the past,
Like all things mortal, can no longer last.

I don't believe in a god, but you do I trust,
And I know this world will be turned soon to dust,
I won't look for a heaven, and hope that hell I won't find,
But maybe just maybe, I'll find peace of mind.

The Inquisitor

by

Jeffery Allen

I sit alone, late into the night,
Pondering once again, the mere mortals plight,
I no nothing of the fate of man,
I believe not in a grand, celestial plan.

The stars above, are a delight to behold,
But they remain far away, distant and cold.
The mystics hold, our lives the stars favor,
Words that only a fool could savor.

To look for hope, from heaven on high,
Causes me to breathe a most weary sigh.
For to look to the clouds for guidance and riches,
Is false hope married to man's foolish wishes.

To believe our fate rests in another's hands,
Likens to building a home on dry, shifting sands.
Though tall and true it may stand at first,
You'd do best to prepare yourself for the worst.

As a young man, I struggled with notions of gods,
Squandering time, against impossible odds.
My time was not ill spent, now it seems,
For I bade farewell to my childish dreams.

Many look to the heavens, and entreat to great length,
And are woe to consider their own inner strength.
But look into your soul, and be not surprised,
To find the place where true courage resides.

Live your own life, and look not to fate,
For the hours and minutes are growing quite late.
Go bravely and strongly, hold true to what's right,
Be not afraid to fight the good fight.

To live your life with honor and pride,
Is to live a life absent of deception and lies.
Though the scorn of others you may have to endure,
Take comfort in living the life of the pure.

And if we're called on one day, for our sins to atone,
Walk bravely and tall, for you've committed no wrong.
When it appears certain the inquisitor's questions will start, be not afraid, you've stayed true to your heart.

Don't Look at Me

by

Jeffery Allen

Don't look at me, and expect to find,
Compassion, nurturing and words most kind.
They were stolen by thieves, deep in the night,
Though I was young and strong, I wasn't up to the fight.

Don't look at me, and think I am true,
My appearance deceives, and my heart has grown cruel.
It wasn't my wish, to harden my heart,
But deceit and dishonesty, have torn it apart.

Don't look at me, and expect that you'll see,
Strength, loyalty, and a soul that is free.
Though I've tried to stay free, loyal and strong,
I found deceit led to riches, and cared not about wrongs.

Don't look at me, and hope to discover,
A diamond agleaming, hid beneath a dark cover.
You may think sun and water, are all all a plant needs,
But your careful planting, will soon all go to seed.

Don't look at me, and expect to find hope,
For each day I slip closer, to the end of my rope.
Though my hands hold tight, and my grip is quite strong,
It takes more than strength to right every wrong.

Don't look at me, and expect honor to find,
It's been tainted, poisoned and erased from my mind.
Though you may not believe me, you may well mount a search,
To find it rusted and buried, down deep in the earth.

Don't look at me, with anger and wrath,
And vow that you'd never take the same path.
The roads that we tread are not always straight,
And each of us must finally, face our grim fate.

Don't look at me please, my dreams are now sand,
Seems I've succumbed to all that is evil in man.
Though I'd like to be begin again, simple and free,
Seems as the twig is bent, so grows the tree.