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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