Jury Duty in L.A.
Reflection #1 “You and Me?”
By Jane Tawel
May 17, 2022
There is no place for me to go.
And I look out at a world not mine,
and no one sees my face.
What did I look like, years ago,
when I had some of that?
How did I lose it all so fast,
and end up here,
and end up lost,
and end up so miscast?
‘Cuz’ you don’t really see me, do you?
You think I am not like you.
Admit it, it’s true.
You don’t see the slippery slope
that’s been keepin’ you on your side of life’s river,
and I floating downstream on my frail mat,
and alla that, alla that, alla that,
you got, you think that you deserve it?
But one wrong glance, one bad romance, one missed chance,
one person screwing your finance, one look askance,
one little perchance,
one wrong step in The Big Dance,
and there you go, lucky you, not so lucky any more, are you?
No, you are just like me.
You ARE me,
but you don’t see.
There ain’t no you and me –
The Dance is always for Three.
Let them that have eyes, see.
Let them that have ears, hear.
And let them like me that have nothing any more,
Weep and mourn.
There ain’t no joy in the morning,
‘cuz alla you-all are blocking The Light.
© Jane Tawel, May 2022