A Better Place

                                                        A Better Place

                      

                   Better is the existential constant being pursued by all of us

                    While leaving the carnage of good and okay strewn in the streets,

                                 Hamlets and homes from shore to shore

                                 The crush of affluence singes the nerves

                          Slowly weakening one’s ability to rest in sufficiency

             The stench of poverty removes, deadens one’s sense of taste and smell

                         Food is no longer for pleasure; it’s now sustenance and life

           Better is illusory, it’s the next moment, the next opportunity, the next relationship

           The next job, the next house, the next high, the next thrill, the next record broken

                           And it creeps away into the surly bonds of eternity

                            For better is omnipresent, sitting between now and next

                            It drives commerce, technology, leisure and romance

                         It is the precursor to next, casting constant shade on now,

                       withering this piece of eternity, making it not as sweet, as good as it

                                         needs to be for you and me