Bitter Times

BITTER TIMESByOscar Elizondo

I once had a mighty strong beating heart,
Located inside the lining of my chest.
I was a proud and inspirational man,
Never backed down and always did his best.

Time has eroded the bonding flesh,
That held together the inner soul.
And the core of the energetic spirit,
Has deteriorated and turned to mole.

All that is left is memories,
And the unstitched opened scars.
A life that grew more than weary,
Removed from earth and as distant as mars.

Once I could hear every beat of my heart,
As the blood flowed freely to the chambers.
No longer can I tolerate my favorite foods,
Because everything puts my life in danger.

Not long ago I could walk to the market,
And spent a dollar that held it’s true worth.
I could read a book at the city library,
And learn about our nation’s birth.

There were sweet and pleasant moments,
A boy scout would help me cross the street.
People would smile and extent a helping hand,
As courtesy hugs were exchanged to those you meet.

I once could knock on my neighbor’s door,
If a cup of sugar is all that I needed.
Tried to be that friendly this past month,
He pointed a gun and said another word for beat it.

It seems that our nation is in serious trouble,
As our leaders are struggling with an economic bust.
Our forefathers would be in their chambers,
Instead of letting our country collect so much dust.

Our cars and war machines are being held hostage,
With the demanding price of crude oil and gasoline.
Good citizens are loosing their homes to bankruptcy,
And unemployment is scarier than we have ever seen.

I once could listen to good old rock and roll music,
Every time I turned that record player on.
Now all I hear is four letter words from CDs,
Over lapping the sounds of oldies that are gone.

Oh, I do love the modern world for many things,
That keeps us healthy, smart, and ahead of mother time.
But sure wish we could all respect Mother Nature,
With the pollution problems that will drag us from behind.

There was a time when my organs were all fine-tuned,
And it seemed like the heart would never die.
I laughed and cried like the beating would never stop,
But with the hard times I now question myself why.

Copyright© 2008 Oscarelizondo

Bitter Times


Harlingen, United States

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Before my father died I sat down with him and talked about the world as he saw it. He was ready to go, he wasn’t afraid of death. One of his last conversations with me was much of himself and how he saw things. I wrote this one to honor both, his life and his death. Thank you for reading it.

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