Storms, Songs, and Freedom


Photo by The Delta Bohemian

Photo by The Delta Bohemian

“Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?”  —  Rose Kennedy

Whatever happened to “mind your own business?”
Why are you telling me what to do?
Why does the length of my hair
Even matter to you?

The Golden Rule is in hiding
My own affections are lame
Self-centered am I, and often
Where is my unrecognized shame?

Oh, I want my freedom,
I want to be left alone,
But way too damn often
I’m the one needing to atone!

My hypocrisy is shameful
My frustrations more than a few,
Why must I judge others
Outside of my purview?

Free to express the real me
That’s what I desire
Let me live my last years
Stoking my passion’s fire!

If I want my freedom
Freedom from judgment near
Then I should surely scabbard
My sharp, judgmental spear.

Dylan Thomas admonished
Many a soul to rage
Against the very dying
Dying of our days

Rose Kennedy understood
All a hard life contains
And how in our waning years
We should enjoy what remains!

–poem by Billy Howell


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