Weekly Poem #2

So, after the Billy Collins poem I put on here, I got an idea. Poetry is an under appreciated art in our society. Which is weirdly annoying, given the current state of the world. Till a few years back, the world was one perfect system of a booming economy, where everyone needed money, and could easily get it. All the would be poets were under pressure to go corporate. And I fear many did. There has to be some reason the economy collapsed, right? 

The fall of the economy gets me to my next big point. As a business major, the economy and the real estate and money market problems are a mess that we all share some blame for, and something that we need to fix. On the other hand, as someone who dabbles in poetry, I have to say: this rise and fall story, it's nothing short of poetic. Think about it. It was a bull run, where everyone was making money hand over fist. People got greedy. Avaritia reared its ugly head. And now we are all knee deep in utter chaos. Oh come on, the greek tragedy is practically writing itself! 

So, poetry is poised for a comeback. And here's my part. I'm going to put up one poem, every week. Unknown poems by famous poets, or some combination of those four variables. Here's this week's.

Alone

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.  Maya Angelou