I used to get newsprint on my fingertips,
after a few hours of reading the news,
today, its different,
I haven’t the trust in the words anymore.
I plan to continue to know about life
as it applies to daily needs and wants.
Peace and tranquility
would be a lovely story to read today.
I know there are slants on people’s views
well we are left to decide upon our own
virtues and promise,
would that we might understand love.
“I read the news today oh boy” I cried,
not knowing which edition to believe
whose voice is that,
when all the eyes look to their answer.
“About a lucky man who made the grade”
he won’t be coming home for the holiday,
yet we’ll revel
in the beauty that is he that held our hands.
“And though the news was rather sad”
we would continue, we’d all be glad
when someone cried
while we went on with simple lives today.
When then we began to wander alone,
hope to fly, passion to discover time.
“Well I just had to laugh”
I knew the news would return to me again.
Last night before I laid my tired soul down,
I wondered about a painful reality I’d heard,
“I saw the photograph”
again telling a story we’d all heard before.
“A crowd of people stood and stared”
we didn’t know we were looking at love,
instead we raced
ourselves down an avenue of shallow frill.
I can’t read the newsprint any more, too small,
I’d rather see quick sound bites with a pretty face!
(‘A Day in the Life’ – John Lennon, the Beatles)