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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