Downhill-- A Poem

"People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones"
Well, I've thrown some at my own
"If you've nothing nice to say, don't say a word"
But you might best cage the bird

We don't need the song sung out of control
We can't always let things go and just roll

Downhill-- everything's going downhill
I can't pretend that I see no evil
Or that I hear nothing
I'll speak up, say something
Downhill, everything's going downhill

Downwind-- can you catch me there in an hour?
You can't, gone with the power
Of the breeze, trav'ling whichever way it blows
But in the end-- in the shadows

You'll be, and I'll watch you from the meadows
I might even laugh as my voice bellows


Downhill-- everything's going downhill
I can't pretend that I see no evil
Or that I hear nothing
I'll speak up, say something
Downhill-- everything's going downhill

Here I am in Abraham's bosom and Paradise
And you're begging for water, and asking "Could you be nice?"
It's too late; I can't cross the chasm--
If I tried; I might fall and spasm


Downhill-- everything's going downhill
I can't pretend that I see no evil
Or that I hear nothing
I'll speak up, say something
Downhill-- everything's going downhill

(Spoken) I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
For if I was, that'd be bad news
For me, for you,
For everybody
And their all mothers, too
You probably know how the old expression goes
But if you don't, you will
I can't even briefly save your soul with witty prose
Lest I'd go downhill