Fool Walks Merrily Down the Street

With his brim pulled way down, low
Taking time the only way he knows
Looks from house to house and complains
Why others have it made, the lucky and few
Seem to have it all

But the fool is not merry and holds in his heart

Darkness and vile thoughts of those within
Hatred spewing through his lungs and veins
Deep and biding

That inward bile grows but has no where to go
He can't scream and if he did who would hear
So he curses on his way
Those that are more

The sting turns and tightens
Inside it builds and builds
With no release, perceived or real
A victim it ensnares

He learns to hate himself as much
As those he sees inside
Not thinking he would be enough
To rest and come sit down

So onward down the road he skulks
From window, light to light
Feasting just on hate and fear
Morning, noon and night

Never resting or at peace
In the street he only sees dark
And lets it rest upon his heart
To slowly turn it cold and black

Still focused in on those he sees
Without the same and so at ease
Living clean and bright and new
Never learning how to do

Really not allowing change
To take him over and rearrange
The path he is on and continues down
The fool walks merrily, acting the clown

He wanders on an endless road

Until a day he allows what has been told
To take hold
And reshape

The time has arrived
To ignore others who strive
And do his own moving
Progress and going

Each day, each hour, minute and second
The fool continues to stoke the flame
The days and hours, minutes and seconds
Disappear and diminish
Things just remain the same

There is only so much saying
Hoping and praying to get
Through the human condition

For sins of the past and
Things regretted done
Just proclaim your  contrition
And move on

Down the road to your very own home
Light bright and clean
With all that you need
To rest and enjoy
The final decision
To stop going on
With self derision
For day will come surely follow by night
The light will end
and will come the Great Fright
That moment to shall pass
And disappear and fade

As he turns to go inside
He hears her say again
You have to lay
In the bed that you made

Make your bed each day
To be of comfort
Joy and discover
Each day what you can uncover

Leave it better than you found it
And if there is a legacy
Let it be that old reliable
It is never too late