A Chanson
You forgot where you were from,
it wasn’t always easy,
not raised in golden rooms,
with servants at your knee,
pampering your needs,
your road was hard instead.
Did you catch the irony
when you had cut the thread?
The others on the rungs
just below you still believed
their place lay in the sun,
if they could learn to be
the same as you and me,
but they would know instead
a much darker destiny,
when you had cut the thread.
The ropes that once had hung,
each generations’ sling,
through many years become
their common destiny.
Who knew that it would be
a noose about their heads,
their loosened knots set free
when you had cut the thread!
When was it that your greed
turned your cheek, raised your head?
No promises to keep,
when you had cut the thread.
[There are no self-made “men”. All persons need assistance to get on with their lives. Sometimes these are relatives or friends, sometimes strangers who cross our way. We do not climb the rungs alone. Those ropes are usually tethered to others on the climb. And when we arrive, we hold an obligation to see to the survival and prosperity of the ones who come along and behind us.
Often, this requires us to build societal safety nets and support systems that we had once benefited from. Empathy for the coming generations and the underprivileged cannot be lost in the quest to maximize our 401K’s and stock market valuations.]
Chanson: The rhyme scheme is usually ababbcbC ababbcbC ababbcbC bcbC, where the capital “C” is a refrain. Consistent meter and rhyme scheme followed by a four-line concluding stanza.
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You cut thr thread and then Surprise! Not what you expected, right? Your words ring true
Amen 🙏