ARKADY -- ORIGINAL POETRY

God Bless America!

"God Bless America, land that I love...",
Born-raised in Kiev, I am no Slav,
Ethnic? -- Musician! Yes, people first!
I lust for learning quenching my thirst!

As this century's ending, people join groups
Preaching same truths round the loops,
I play my sax for the love, not the dime,
In spite of what they think, and also do rhyme

Apples and oranges, themes and styles --
Who has the time to read poems in piles
In addition to laundry, exercise, diet,
Add Internet?! Hard to get quiet!!!

Some meditate, some shop for clothes,
Some become famous and overdose,
Some do health food, chiropractors and such...
Who is to say?! To each his own crutch!

God Bless America, my final home,
Where ideas are free to roam,
Nothing is perfect on this tiny Earth,
"God Bless The Child" with health, love and mirth!!!

Saturday, March 21, 1998, 5:28:30 PM

P.S. Have a ridiculous day!

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