Listening to every heart
That Touch of Clash
No, the title is not a typo error
itís just that I want to be up front
or perhaps I should say just a bit fairer
before Iím perhaps a bit too blunt.
Ere I say too much and ramble on
about masses of folks I donít know,
you mustnít think my mind is gone
in telling stories of what irritates me so.
Now if you are here, reading this
then perhaps you are a lot like me:
we make a hit, we make a miss,
and basically believe in good, you see.
And Iíd like to think Iíve a touch of class
never snobby, a somewhat ordinary lass,
and then thereíre those thatíre somewhat brash
and that, I tell you, is a Touch of Clash.
Youíve seen them, the ones that look down,
who seem to have this perpetual frown
as if the air is filled with a ragweed spray
and always they feel they have the right to say
whatís on their mind, right or wrong, oh yes!
and you will never, ever hear them confess
to nothing other than having the finest things,
that material wealth to which they cling.
While to you or me it seems quite silly
they speak of how much it costs to send Billy
to his ďproper schoolĒ, so without edification
we know that his is the better education.
Well, then thereís me, just looking Ďround here
watching all the sillies I would hold dear
knowing that Iíd not trade in my backyard grass
while they hold forth with their Touch of Clash.
Now, I wonít say those folks canít have it all
but Iíd rather be plain folk and hear the Call;
Iíd rather stand far and alone than be in a mass,
and if I be remembered, that it be as a Touch of Class.
1 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow