Untitled poem so far

[Ohmyscience]

Good morning or afternoon whatever suits the sun
May you generously offer me a minute?
Such that I can offer you my advice
Times are tough and but this time tougher
Are you sure you are secure?

Say, providence has been kind to you
And they will be kind to your progeny
Leave them your wit and your looks
Let your grays grace your countenance
Demand of your children comfort

I offer you assurance, trust me
The devil may lurk among my kind
But look, my hands! they are not idle
I offer you no bonds and you should yield to nothing
What you can demand from me is insurance

[PrinceMyshkin]

Strange poem! Of course I'm puzzled who or what the "me" may be, referred to in the last line.

[Sapphire]

Strange indeed. I also wonder about the "me". Offering assurance, asking for trust, claiming to be busy, giving no bonds but saying that it is possible to demand something... Maybe it is money?

I really like the first line :) Not whatever suits you best, or whatever the time is, or wherever you are - but whatever suits the sun.

In line 4, do you put in the "and but" on purpose or did you forget to delete one of those words? For I can't really make a sentence out of it now...

[~Sophia~]

If I'm reading this the way you intended, it's about the state of the union so to speak. The economy and the politicians that ask us to believe they are looking after our future and our children's futures? I think the poem is playing a bit of the devil's advocate. LOL... I'm probably way off but that was my take-away.

[PrinceMyshkin]

If the last poster's reading is correct, here's a squib I wrote that's in line with that:



You wear a certain kind of hat
to tell the truth
and another, identical one
to tell a lie

and only you
know which is which.

[Ohmyscience]

Yeah I meant to say 'times are tough but this time tougher',

I think sophia and sapphire got it. I made the poem like a very generalized sales pitch. Like the insert name and date here kind of thing. Its me being cynical about people trying to sell you their confidence. Indeed the poem is playing the devil's advocate since the speaker really has no concern for the audience.

I'm still thinking of a title for the piece. Any suggestions?