It’s over now. He dares speak it
Thirty years and more
Past first steps and last dances
Millennium beyond
The gentle understanding of children
In the wasteland
Of adulthood blindness
Where the gods of righteousness
Take no prisoners
But make your stand, father
One day, a single siege
Nothing. In the face of
A hundred children
You never fathered
But father
Who wait
With Love
What can I say?
There is no higher compliment than to say “you inspire me to write.”
As well, there is no greater condemnation than to accuse you of inspiring me to jealousy of your talent.
I know so many words…a vast vocabulary at my disposal…but it seems I lack the pathos, or empathy (who cares about the difference in the two?), to be really successful…but at the same time having a lethargic energy to compliment my jealousy.
I do take your work personally, but then that must be ego?
Love the site and all your work!!!!!!!!!!!!