Sunday, November 3, 2013

at best it's enlightenment and compassion

and feminine angelic beauty

at worst it's scheming for money

and averting your eyes from the poor

and the topless dancers at the local bar

whom we wish our wives resembled...

something is always lost in the translation

someone is always around who just doesn't get it

and commonly enough each of us

takes a turn wearing that dunce cap

at worst it's bitterness and sorrow

and angry regret

at best it's wisdom and surrender

and the weeping face one puts on a welcoming breast...

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