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Enroute To The Pawn Shop, With...

Updated on August 13, 2013

YEAH , keep it secret

I'm so blessed,

For, I have seen the face of God!

It's found upon a newborn's face,

In that which is the miracle

Of birth and newborn life.

HOW strange it is, that

Such a tiny blood and mucous-covered thing,

(Yeah, with head so strangely formed,)

Indeed, should be the

Most profound beauty,

My eyes have seen, or ever will!

YET, all my blessings I did squander,

All of them, in one fell swoop.

(Please keep my errs a secret, friend,

For yes, indeed, I was a fool.)

FOR, as he grows,

And should he ask,

(And truly, ask he will)

Why daddy has a separate home,

Why mommy has a separate house,

Why each have others in their beds,

Why neither speaks about the other,

‘Cept in dissonant tones...

What shall be the words I choose?

I think, I reflect, I redirect,

I can vaguely remember

something once

...erroneously erect.

I think of how my thing had wandered,

Far and fast away from her.

I think of how his mommy's thoughts

Had wandered fast and far from me.

And, as I walk,

These things I ponder...

En route, to the pawn shop, with

A single band of gold to hock.

© 2013. Three Doves Media, LLC.


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