"ONE DAY AT THE DOORSTEP TO NOWHERE"
(An attempt at black humor inspired by my friend Brownie Pulliam's humorous aphorism: "whining has it's own rewards")
One day at the door step,
I fell upon a ruse
Wouldn't it be funny
If all this was just a cruise. . .
To "Nowhere". . .?
Why all the fightin'?
And why all the pain?
If we're going to end up "Nowhere"
In the end just the same?
Lover's a quarrelin'
And chil'ren a cryin'.
Warriers a killin'
Thousands o'boys a dyin'.
It's been going on for centuries
Many a tear's been shed.
But its gotten us exactly Nowhere
Nowhere has it led!
Its heartbreaking to think of it
But suspose it's true?
Where has all this got us
After all this time of being blue?
So, I said to my Daddy
I said Dear Pa,
If we're going Nowhere,
Why not forget about the pall?
Forget about the casket!
And forget about the haul!
When I'm dead,
Just drop me in the gutter
It won't matter then or now,
And just have someone mutter:
He was going Nowhere anyhow!
He queried by bush of brow
And looked at me perplexed
Asking where I got this notion
And came to be so vexed?
And so I said to my Daddy,
You see Dear Pa,
Here's the dadgum hook,
Nowhere's most anywhere we look!
Right now Nowhere follows me around
And makes life seem such a ruse
I think I might do better
If I were in it for the cruise.
But cruising is a boring task
Which I've ne're been much good
And there's nothing else much left
'cept to see how much can be stood!
So when I'm dead,
Just give me the old heave-ho!
The leaves 'ill cover o're me
And back to the earth I'll go!
It'll all happen either way you see
It matters not what we allow
We were'nt going anywhere
Just Nowhere anyhow.
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1986 |