Doom and Bloom

Doom and Bloom
© 2011 Rolland G. Smith


Let’s choose some words and play a game
To fit our national mood.
For some it’s doom and some it’s blame;
And most are misconstrued.


But I am sad in what I read
For gloom is part of it.
Investors think the growing seed
Is tarred within a pit.


That may be true and times are tough
And loss does come to mind,
But don’t you think we have enough
And need not more entwined?


We really have a lot to count
For those who keep the score
And when it’s bad we all surmount
The issues we abhor.


When global markets scrape the tanks
And numbers breach and fall
Let’s change our thoughts to giving “thanks”
For what we have at all.


We have so much, we spoiled kids,
Complaining all the time.
Comparing us to real skids
Our lot is most sublime.


Can we not go from East to West
And turn and then head back
Without a stop to even rest,
No border stops to track.


Do we not have a power source
Without a thought each day?
To me that is a gift perforce
And something we should weigh.


Do we not have a freedom’s grace
To say what all we please?
And let our thoughts then interlace
With others in degrees.


We have a vote where some do not
And choice to make it so.
Too many say, Oh, I forgot
To pull the lever row.


I’ll bet with thought a list would come
And climb within your mind.
So many gifts where we succumb
And be as if we’re blind.


There are so many things we need
To say we’re thankful for.
The sun is one and flower’s seed,
And mountains and the shore.


A gentle rain is in there too
As is an Eagles screech.
Let’s not forget the morning dew
And those who teach to reach.


So when we say we’ve not enough
Complaining here and there.
Perhaps we need to call our bluff
And make the choice to share.


A thank you is oft hard to do
And some think it means weak,
But we should say it and pursue
This way to always speak.


So I will end this post today
With lofty thoughts in mind
And hope that all who read will say
Tis bloom that I will find.