My Lazy Post

I have loved this poem for years but for some reason totally forgot about it. It was  my grade 9 English teacher that made us learn it.  He would come into the room, way before Dead Poet’s Society,  and quote poetry and song lyrics. He once got out a record player and sang along to Alice’s Restaurant. So Mr. Bruce Shweers this poem is for you. I remember you teaching it back in 1984. And you still own me a Snicker’s bar. 

The World Is a Beautiful Place
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don’t sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn’t half bad
if it isn’t you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen

and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
‘living it up’
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician

8 thoughts on “My Lazy Post

  1. I have a favorite English/Lit teacher that I’ve never forgotten. The good ones are impossible to forget.

    • So glad I visited you here today. Love this poem, seem to have a vague recollection of reading it before but I’m sure I wouldn’t have forgotten it. I had a favourite teacher too Mr Thomas, he was my class teacher and so taught all of the subjects in primary school.

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