How Are You Handling This?
L Lawrence S. Pertillar
0
Altın Yaprak
Thank You,
My Father.
For insisting that I concentrate,
On 'that' which I am.
With the giving of no attention,
To that which I am not...
Others from their crevices,
Whisper in ears to mention.
Although,
My Father I must admit...
Adventuring to experiment,
Has always found a place...
To stay on my preference list.
How are You handling this?
Since...
I am here as your work-in-progress.
If You are cool with it,
My Father...
I am too.
And so far...
You have not given me a cold shoulder.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş