The Way Things Are by Roger McGough – Another poem!

Like the other poem I recently shared (The World Is a Beautiful Place), this is one of those pieces which are so artistically, bluntly honest! Truthful about the world, people /human behaviour & that sort of thing. This particular poem has so, so many metaphors and I absolutely love the way it is so matter of fact. So, like I said in my previous poem post, I cannot analyse this in much more than the simple measure of liking it and the way it sounds. And, like in my other poem post, I have bolded those parts that I like the best.

 

No, the candle is not crying, it can not feel pain.
Even telescopes, like the rest of us, grow bored.
Bubblegum will not make the hair soft and shiny.
The duller the imagination, the faster the car,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

When the sky is looking the other way,
do not enter the forest. No, the wind
is not caused by the rushing of clouds.
An excuse is as good a reason as any.
A lighthouse, launched, will not go far,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

No, old people do not walk slowly
because they have plenty of time.
Gardening books when buried will not flower. 
Though lightly worn, a crown may leave a scar, 
I am your father and that is the way things are.

No, the red woolly hat has not been
put on the railing to keep it warm.
When one glove is missing, both are lost.
Today’s craft fair is tomorrows boot sale.
The guitarist weeps gently, not the guitar
I am your father and that is the way things are.

Pebbles work best without batteries.
The deckchair will fail as a unit of currency.
Even though your shadow is shortening
it does not mean you are growing smaller.
Moonbeams sadly, will not survive in a jar, 
I am your father and that is the way things are.

For centuries the bullet remained quietly confident
that the gun would be invented.
A drowning surrealist will not appreciate
the concrete lifebelt.
No guarantee my last goodbye is an au revoir,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

Do not become a prison officer unless you know
what your letting someone else in for.
The thrill of being a shower curtain will soon pall.
No trusting hand awaits a falling star
I am your father, and I am sorry
but this is the way things are. 

Admittedly, I do not understand every line in this poem, and I believe that there might not be one right answer. One day, I’ll have my own perception of these words, but till then, I’d love to know what you think McGough is saying.

Like The World Is a Beautiful Place, I got this poem from PoemHunter.com.

Happy reading,

Z.

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