Poems

These are short little prose poems I've written. Not sure why I got so interested in them (i dont even read prose poems or poems), but its a nice way to write stuff.
Sorry if they're a little corny.

        The American one. The one that is told to all born, all immigrating and all living or dead.
        
        Before it meant financial, political and societal freedom. 
        Now for many it means simply earning enough to get by.
        
        The years after the 16th, political freedom dwindles, you’re either the Donkey or the Elephant. 
        Fights verbal and physical stemming from agendas.
        
        Beginning in the 20th year was an international issue.
        Even if there were those who were ignorant, they’d soon find that there wasn’t any bliss in it.
        
        Others soon found there was no bliss in financial freedom, a $3.50 burger is now $3.85, then $4 and eventually $5. 
        Wages stayed steady, can’t let the big earners earn less right?
        
        Houses are now personal motels, yet there isn’t enough for those who’d like to live in them.
        And when there is, not often are they affordable.
        
        Did it begin in 8th year? The 16th year? The 20th year?
        Was it even in this millennium?
        Was it the Generation before? Further? Now?
        Who knows, but perhaps this isn’t something you should be thinking of right now.
        
        What you should be thinking of is the big dream,
        Which was it? Right.
        The American one.
        

        As we trade our final hit,
        He falls
        I falter for a moment
        Looking down at him.
        I take a second
        I walk away
        breath shallow, eyes full
        shirt and hands covered in warm, almost dried red
        face numb
        Each step feeling heavier and heavier
        To the tree we played underneath
        Hoping to close my eyes
        Like the old days.

        Sitting on the porch
        Closing my eyes
        My lungs filling with air
        The birds chirping, the river humming
        
        Opening my eyes and seeing
        The green mountains and 
        the faint blue sky
        
        Maybe it's worth it.