Steven Helmer Publications

Image Courtesy of Pixabay   I remember a world where people were nicer. Or perhaps that’s just a flaw in my memory. A time when kids could go to school And we knew they’d be out of harm’s way. I could have sworn we once had liberty and happiness. Maybe it was just a dream. Could it have started out that way And we all just ran out of steam. All I know is, each day, I grow 24 hours wiser And I can see things not going as I was led to believe they were planned. The older I get The less I understand. Wasn’t there a time when our elected officials were heroes, And not just something in a comic book? When did we reach a point where So many of them are crooks? Did the change happen gradually? Did it sneak up on us, like a sudden cough? Or has it always been this way And the brainwashing is finally wearing off? All I know is, each minute, I grow 60 seconds wiser And the hope I had for the future grows less with each movement of the clock hand. T...

  I’m not in mint condition anymore. If I were a car, I’d probably be in the bargain lot. My body is dented, scratched and maybe a bit deformed. And when it comes to going 0 to 60, I’d rather not. There are quite a few things wrong with me, But someone tells me I’m destined for the scrap heap, I just scoff. That’s because while I might be showing my age, My check engine light remains off. Don’t worry, I’m not kidding myself. I know the wear and tear will eventually take its toll. After all, when I was younger, I skipped the routine maintenance, And have been spending my later years digging myself out of a hole. For now, I’ll keep moving. I may not move fast, but can still get from point A to point B. In the meantime, I’ll try to take better care of myself Knowing it’s only a matter of time before that check engine light comes on for me. _________________________________________________________________________ If you like this poem, you can find more at...