i love stumbling upon advice from wizened sages,
who'd 'semble the tao of writing decent poetry
into a clever, lengthy monologue
read years earlier (just a few), it might save me
a hundred odd embarrassments
that, today, bear my name
like the time my kid balled his fists up
'cause i said so
but got knocked down, again, by the playground bully
not a Quakerly thing to do...
i'm still learning, too
(maybe i didn't teach the right stance?)
or perhaps we learn more by our failures;
my little boy's muscular, a confident wrestler, now...
gets along with everybody - go figure
and he writes pretty good poetry -
all by himself.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
i love stumbling upon advice from wizened sages,
who'd 'semble the tao of writing decent poetry
into a clever, lengthy monologue
read years earlier (just a few), it might save me
a hundred odd embarrassments
that, today, bear my name
like the time my kid balled his fists up
'cause i said so
but got knocked down, again, by the playground bully
not a Quakerly thing to do...
i'm still learning, too
(maybe i didn't teach the right stance?)
or perhaps we learn more by our failures;
my little boy's muscular, a confident wrestler, now...
gets along with everybody - go figure
and he writes pretty good poetry -
all by himself.
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