You have to walk
before you can climb.
I’m eighty years ahead
of the times.
I know how to make more
out of less, turn blue into yellow
when the sun is boiled gray.
Money men have been painting
their businesses fresh faced
while pushing wrinkles out the door.
Now, with hell on their heels,
and a drain on their dimes
they want to sacrifice elders
so capitalism won’t die.
I’ve been to the edge, got caught in the fall,
learned how to lead when dust fought with wind.
If you want my help, sit down and listen.
Wash and repeat won’t get you any further than you are.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
