Not what we’d foreseen
If we’d known that this might happen
Events quite so extreme
We’d have taken due precautions
And it never would have been.
It’s dreadful what has happened
And can not be explained
There are no due precautions
For unexpected things.
They called him parsimonious,
Miserly and mean
But didn’t know the life he’d led
The lean times that he’d seen.
The hard times made him careful
And canny with his cash
He’d rather money in the bank
Than spending that was rash.
You couldn’t call him generous
He’d rather keep his cash
But was he such a bad man
Or just shaped by his past?
Sapping your morale.
You may not see it coming
But it lurks there all the while.
The elephant in the room
There’s no way to confront it
But it scrapes away at you.
You may not see the problem
Or where it’s coming from
But it attacks the very fabric
The core of who you are.
If only it would surface
Be named for what it is.
That’s the way it is.
No doubt of his rectitude
An honest, upright man.
He’d always do what he thought right
Refrain from doing wrong.
No doubt that he was righteous
A stickler for the rules
But compassion for us weaker folk?
Some thought he was cruel.
He’d never ever waver
Or give a guy a break
Some times being perfect
Is hard for folk to take.
Guess that was its genesis
The place where the whole thing began.
You took a bite of the apple
Then things kind of got out of hand.
Back then we only had good times
We’d do pretty much as we chose
But you wanted a slice of the apple
And that was the start of our woes.
Up to then it had all been so perfect
Those good times are hard to forget
But the glorious vision of Eden
Is obscured now by tears of regret.
I dream of a day we’ll get back there
And things will be perfect again
Meanwhile there’s just toil and hardship
And all of our troubles remain.
Must you be so strident
So forceful with your views?
Any chance you’ll hesitate?
Why so short a fuse?!!
Someone pressed your button
I find you have a few!
You’re not short of opinions
React so to the news.
Can’t you reign it in a bit
Think before you speak?
Sounding off the way you do
Will only bring you grief.
It doesn’t get your point across
Passion’s not enough
They’re not hearing what you say
Your tone has put them off.
Sometimes bravado is foolish
It’s just not the right way to go
But casting aside all discretion
Is sometimes the only way through.
If there’s nothing much in the locker
And more to be gained than you’ll lose
Striding out with a swagger
Can be quite the best path to choose.
Act with sufficient conviction
Look like you mean what you say
It might just be foolish bravado
But perhaps you’ll still carry the day.