THIRD CIRCLE: Confronting the modern era


Welcome to our gift company. I won’t try to explain it because I’m too old to understand the concept. There was an old duck that said, “Money talked, then it whispered, now it sneaks.” I think the last part needs to be changed to “now it’s just given”. As far as politics go, leave me out of it. I call them Democans and Republicrats. It all depends on how they line up – but I have one persuasion that, for the purposes of this column, will stick in my mind for now.

This poem, however, goes a bit into my past and how confused I was about what is expected of us in this modern age. I knew it, but I’m not so sure anymore.

“Everyone Wants More”

My childhood was modest and it often rained.

We had so few embellishments, we often prayed for more,

But as I looked around, most of the others were the same.

Their work was hard and their pay was short – but they stayed in the game.

The jobs I had in those early years were difficult with little pay,

But dad always told me – pay your dues to claim your day.

When I came back from college, they put my dad to rest,

So, I abandoned all our plans and stayed to take the test.

I then embarked on my career – to teach what I had learned,

But even if I worked earnestly, no fortune would be earned.

Because as I looked around, they were changing all the rules.

The culture that had nurtured me was now only for fools.

Everyone wanted more – they cheated, lied and stole.

Advancement was often not earned but traded for your soul.

But I couldn’t give up then the path that I knew was the right one,

And even though I stayed on track, they kept the purse strings tight.

They often paid me with rewards – my name on those plaques,

And though my back was patted, the promotions went to the flacks.

I don’t regret the path I took; the one my dad designed.

He could not have known so long ago that our culture would be maligned.

How could he know when I was young what we would see now:

If hard work had passed and we would have free things.

Instead of reaching out to ply our given trade

Half of us would be lining up to get paid.

I don’t blame my father for teaching me his way.

He only knew the culture that had been forged in his time.

The blame falls solely on the backs of those who trade for power.

Their eternal thirst and greed has brought us to this hour.

If we fail now to raise the bar and right our values

Instead of rushing in, we’ll run out through that door. JDF

To joke: The man came home after playing golf one day and saw a note from his wife on the fridge. He said, “It doesn’t work, and I can’t take it anymore. I will stay with my mother. So he opened the refrigerator door and the light came on. Then he brought out a beer and it was cold. This puzzled him, so he stopped and thought, “What the hell is she talking about?”

Historical information:

In 2007, the FDA approved a weight control drug, Sentrol, for dogs.

The very first nose job was performed in the third century by Egyptian physician Amynthas. (If it was centuries earlier, he could have made one about Cleopatra. What a honker! She wasn’t Liz Taylor).

In 1139, the Vatican banned the use of crossbows – unless they were used against infidels.

In ancient Rome, kisses were used to seal contracts.

Mae West was almost 40 when she started her film career.

Last but not least, the word dord appeared in the dictionary for five years before anyone realized there was no such word. See you next week. JDF


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