The Interview

My feelings after a job interview at a local media outlet, that went nowhere.

She asked me if I liked the media

I didn’t really know what she meant

So I mumbled some meaningless platitude

Perhaps she thought I was irreverent

I took her smile to mean that she approved

But I guess she was just grinning in chagrin

Because in her mind she had decided

That I could not possibly fit in

The thing is, I think she really nailed it

I’ve not much use for personalities

Whose wisdom comes from the teleprompter

Produced for all the world to see

I said I didn’t like to watch commercials

She said commercials pay the rent

I said it’s a two edge sword

That’s when my chances there were spent

I guess you have to be one of those

Who craves reflected light

Emanating from such luminaries

As media deems bright

One of those who gets a certain thrill

When viewing a well place ad

As for me I always mute it out

And think they’ve all gone mad

The Good Years

These are good years

And I take them one day at a time

Because tomorrow makes no promises

Yesterday’s tears

Are all but forgotten like a faded dream

Because today my soul is satisfied

With the simple things

That’s why I can sing

These are the good years

But when I peer

Into the future, there’s uncertainty

Because I know nothing is guaranteed

So I take my fear

And I place it before the cross

Because only there I’m free

In what the future brings

That’s why I can sing

These are the good years