Post Hoc Ergo Propter hoc

It's been a year

I am still here

I had time to think

Think alot.

Like The Bard is only praised

Because of colonialism

That's a sad thought.

Everything is rising

Heat, Water level & Prices

I can't afford to keep my vices

Which is not very surprising

I have let go of my obsession

with worldly affairs

Focusing on my sole heir

To avoid any drama of Succesion

Post Op, I asked the Doc

Post hoc ergo propter hoc

Probably not, he said,

Just take a walk.

I know this is poor poetry

which only proves

I didn't use ChatGPT

Cogito, ergo sum

Not trying to start a revolution

just checking if I can

afford to alliterate after aneurysm.

But one day my time will come

And few might shed a tear

But fret not Mon frère

I will be Here.

Everyday Strangers

If you are the one,

Who picks up my trash,

Who keeps watch, when I crash;

Who serves me coffee and scrambled eggs,

Who pours my whiskey and beer from the kegs; 

Then Hello...

How are you? 

If you are the one,

Who sells me flowers on the street,

Who keeps my room, tidy and neat;

Who checks my chart, when I am lying sick,

Who brings me soup to get well quick;

Then Hello...

How are you?

Every day I see you,

I don't know your name.

Every day I need you,

Or else I will go insane.

So Hello...

How are you?

If you are the one,

Who teaches my kids,

Who helps them get up when they skid;

Who push them daily, to succeed,

Who inspire them, to do good deeds;

Then, I thank you...

God Bless you.

If you are the one,

Who puts out fires;

Who serves and protects, keeping the peace and quiet;

Who stands for liberty, defending writers,

Who fights for the country, flying fighters;

Then, I thank you...

God Bless you.

Every day I meet you,

But I don't know your name.

Every day I need you,

Or else I will go insane.

So I love you...

I sure do

I love you...

I love you...

I love you...

I love you...

You don't know

But I do. (2x)

PS: If it helps, I wrote this using the rhythm from Bob Dylan's 'Things Have Changed'. I feel the music fits. #prisma #poetry #instapoem #bobdylan #instasong