There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven…Zepplin

 

The man in the black hat asked,

“What makes you so sure?”

A simple response…

“Old insights and, of course, women’s intuition!”
…

A water, falling.

No end insight.

No need for a mother’s prediction!

No need for a hole in the wall…

Minus light.

…

Furthermore…

All these punches in the air.

That is not what draws us near.

Posturing!

Hackles up!

All jabs at manmade, luck!

…

If you take away your…

Huddled masses.

Piles of trash!

No need for my intuition!

The one hit wonders are fading fast.

…

Man in fading black hat,

“What there is no need to linger in the past!”

…

A simple response needed,

“Recycled ambition peels like a wet cast.

Inhibitions turmoil, lasts and, lasts.”