ALAN BERGER - POEMS

​Alan Berger has two films on Netflix etc that he wrote and directed.
He has had over 50 short stories and poem published since 2018 in five different publications,
Before the writing and directed he was a feature casting director for Ivan Reitman  and Howard Zieff.
He also acts in commercials and just did two episodes of,:Baskets".

          HELP
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                                                  I have not done anything wrong
                                                        Then again, my memory
                                                              Ain’t that long
                                                       A walk in the sunny park
                                                   Has become a stroll in quicksand 
                                                                 In the dark
                                                            I watch the news
                                                           And search to see 
                                                          Who has got it worse?
                                                          It does not help
                                                         It doesn’t  remove my curse
                                                         I should not complain
                                                                  But I do
                                                         I should keep in the race
                                                         Even if I think I’m through
                                                         It’s not like I have a choice
                                                         My alone time in the wilderness
                                                         Is not the only voice
                                                         And if the answers are only
                                                         That humans are a mistake
                                                          Find a big eraser
                                                          For the future and past steps
                                                          You may take
                                                          I think I’ll stay in the saddle
                                                          And enjoy the battle
                                                          

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  WHISKERS AND WHISPERS
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                                                        My little baby
                                                           My little dear
                                                   You’ve lost so much weight
                                                   Soon you’ll disappear
                                                   We been together for so long
                                                   Yet it seems like only yesterday
                                                   We both were born
                                                    You can’t feel anything except my kisses
                                                    You can’t hear a thing no more
                                                    Except my whispers
                                                    If cats and dogs lived as long as humans
                                                    And  I do mean to disparage 
                                                    There would certainly be no need for marriage 
                      Remember when that Racoon tried to eat me through the window?
                                                    You stayed by my side instead of running solo
                                                    Sooner or later we’ll both be in the sky
                                                    You can meet Grandma and Grandpa
                                                    And my first cat with one eye
                                                    There is no one left anyway except for us
                                                    And on this trip we won’t need a carrying case
                                                    Or the need of a senior discounted bus
                                                    Only thing left to say
                                                    Is that in a world full of barn feed
                                                    You’ve been a prime rib fillet