Guiding light
By james a. galgano


Though you find yourself without a star shining bright
To guide you to tomorrow’s shore
Time has a way to heal all wounds
To let you live in hopes and dreams once more
Never believe the worse is yet to come
For that too shall inevitably pass into tomorrow
Taking with it all hurt and sorrow
As well as the feeling of being betrayed
If you keep your hopes alive each day
You too will once be saved to enjoy heaven’s delight
Beneath your heart and soul your guiding light

jamesgalgano@yahoo.com

1st July 2012

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MADE OFF

Made Off

By james a. galgano

  The saucier’s swindle

Though neither suave, quick nor nimble

Committed an act of egregious act

That was more than a mere symbol

Of greed abandon of any concern

Other than how much one can earn

Of f calculated bemused beguile

With mere exaggeration, a wink and a smile

To empty bank accounts of lifelong earnings

Preying about the dreams of wealth and hopeful yearning

Of more than a gullible few

Unable to uncover the obvious clues

Which lead their future astray

Without recompense promised till this day

Despite the numerous convictions

There was never a predilection or plan

To make amends for wrongs committed again

Not even as an afterthought to the suffering and pain

For the hurt and suffering that remains

Lingering like monetary scars of what was lost

Without ever a punishment to repay all cost

And provide required restitution

To salvage a lifetime of dreams lost to delusion

Demonstrating the inability of the economic system’s to reply

Nor remedy the continued bright and shining lie

That remains intact to promote and betray

The trust of all upon the law to remedy without delay

To prevent same of similar actions from occurring once more

In much the same way as before

By those who wish to make their mark and fame

Upon the hopes of those longing to gain

A chance to secure for themselves and their progeny

Their right to secure a better life, happiness and liberty

On this remnant of a now shallow city on a hill

From which on can see such swindles happening still

Without a promise it will never happen again

Upon the whims of such unscrupulous men