Hopes and Wishes

Doom and Gloom

© 2012 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 some 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’re 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 interface

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 blend 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 like to teach.

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 this day

With lofty thoughts in mind

And hope that all who read will say

Tis gloom I leave behind.