My sleepy son, my sleeping child
So beautiful and yet so fragile
Breath flows like a breeze
In your dreams you smile
While I watch awestruck
Cant believe this stroke of luck
Like a lovely angel on the earth
Can’t help staring at you for a while
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All neatly dressed all scrubbed and cleaned
Adequately diaperized and hair all preened
Oh so handsome like a miniature toy
Sleeps so smugly my baby boy
The sleepless nights and missed work
For you it is all worthwhile
Only fathers can share this joy.
Rocking to sleep the baby boy.
Regret
I am thinking
Of the pain
You feel for the instant
When the bullet hits your brain
Thinking despite
Medicines and drugs that dull
The self destructive tendencies
Embedded in my skull
Missed opportunities
And hard to miss betrayals
Of erstwhile friends, foes
Maligned my portrayal
The potential I had
As a young boy of twenty
Accumulates painful negativity
At a not so young thirty
I could have been, Should have been,
Would have been someone
Had not my impulses
Imploded in front of everyone
And now regret haunts
The crevices of my brain
Till I pop one more pill
Dull it all again
Behold the once mighty Bear Sterns
One haughty, now sold for pennies in turn
Its a bear market they say,
Which made Bear Sterns fall away.
The Bulls were rampaging ,
for many a year or two.
Now its the bears turn,
to ravage me and you.
The tiger economies ,
are falling like pussy cats,
As exotic mortages ,
turn fearless men into scared rats.
In between , you will
find an occasional investment guru /ass too.
Promises to know it all, seen it all,
Pontification on TV for you.
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Is this a market, we ask,
It seems like a jungle out there,
Leave us in peace, O Wise Ass,
Screw the bulls, and Kill the bear.
