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Twenty-Twenty

Greg Lanier 1962 (Atlanta, GA)



This old house is getting cluttered
And the walls are getting scarred
As I wander through
life’s living room
Of broken Mason jars
And I can’t afford
the rent this month
I drank it in the bar
Ain’t it funny how you see things
twenty-twenty

Ain’t it funny how you see things
twenty-twenty
When you’ve gargled
every dollar, dime and penny
Then the ev’nin’ whistle blows
And you leave in dirty clothes
Ain’t it funny how you see things
twenty-twenty

Sometimes I see a lover’s moon
But most times I see stars
And with bloody feet
I curse the room
Of broken Mason jars
But swear that there’s
A pot of gold
across next valley’s ridge
While I sing these
silly nursery rhymes
And torch another bridge

Ain’t it funny how you see things
twenty-twenty
When you’ve squandered
your last dollar, dime, and penny
Sittin’ on a fence that’s splintered
Wishing for a soul-food dinner
Ain’t it funny how you see things
twenty-twenty

You can always tell a gambler
by his shoes
And he always tips the shine-boy,
win or lose
With his friends right by his side
‘til they drink his bottle dry
Then the band starts playin’
Robert Johnson blues

Ain’t it funny how you see things
twenty-twenty
When you’ve wagered
your last dollar, dime and penny
Put that money on the table
Lady Luck is just a fable
Ain’t it funny how you see things
twenty-twenty

Sittin’ on that fence too long
will drive a soul to shame
Pitchin’ rocks at rusty cars
and playin’ baseball games
Some folks ump
and others coach,
but most stay in the stands
While garbage men
collect the trash
and sometimes wave a hand

I’ve been raising bees
to try and make some money
But the rent is due
until you fetch the honey
Gettin’ stung, but gettin’ paid
Spin the chamber, find the maid
Twenty-twenty
Gun is empty
Ain’t it funny
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Submitted by GregLanier on May 10, 2021

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  • Symmetry58
    This right here is true poetry. The highs and lows of life and what we perceive during stints of either/or is beautifully described here, Greg. Isn't it amazing how we can gaze an eye upon something during our up moments and it appears as beautiful as hideous during our down times. You are a true poet my friend. 
    LikeReplyReport 11 month ago
    • GregLanier
      Thanks Steve. The visions of life can certainly be a roller coaster ride. Remembering Simple Pleasures is great, BTW.
      LikeReplyReport1 month ago
    • Symmetry58
      Thank you, Greg. Simple Pleasures, as stated in the description, isn't anything too outstanding, but rather just a little something for people to look back on that could perhaps evoke a smile or two.
      LikeReplyReport1 month ago
  • Soulwriter
    Beautifully written.
    LikeReplyReport8 months ago
  • UJ
    My take on it sees an excessive gambler always hoping for that big score. Always seeing his mistakes after it's too late. Nice writing. It kept me engrossed throughout.
    LikeReplyReport 19 months ago
    • GregLanier
      Thanks, UJ. I see it as a description of manic depression; incredibly high for a short expanse while on your drug of choice (booze, gambling, whatever), then incredibly low when consequences smack you between the eyes. 
      LikeReplyReport9 months ago
  • krbalakrishnan
    good poem
    LikeReplyReport10 months ago
  • Leocribs
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    LikeReplyReport12 months ago
  • Soulwriter
    love your work!
    LikeReplyReport 11 year ago

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