11/16/18
You swim in a river of fortune, my dear
You're so immersed in yourself I fear you aren't here.
No, you're off swimming in turquoise depths
Laughing over your shoulder at others you've met--
Others who are beneath you this, oh, beneath you
Who scrounge the damp ground to pay for their dues.
But you, you, my far-gone loved one,
Are so high you feel you can jeer and jive at, even shun
Those workers beneath you with their filthy hands
Who take the early train to slave in foreign lands.
But may I ask, darling? Will you let me ask this?
Why are those poor folk the ones you dismiss?
They could teach you a lot, you know;
Things like caring, honesty, answering what you owe.
So step down, sweetheart, from your privileged ladder
Hold me, won't you, and remember what matters.
Rise out of your river, I'll lend you a blanket
You'll recognize my kindness and reverently thank it
For it was the thing to lift you from your daze,
To snap you from greed and return you to the days
When we were in love, when you were present
When you told me you cherished me and truly meant it.
So I try to pull you from your river and save you
But you brush off my efforts, plunge back in the blue.
I should have see it coming, oh I was a fool--
You were always a moldable gullible tool.
Now they've sunk you into sin,
Leaving you drowning and too deep in.
NOTE: We've officially made it halfway through the month! Thank you for sticking along this far with me.
--KingfisherBirdLady
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Hello, November
PoetryThis is a collection of my writings from November 2018. It's a continuation of "Poetry" and "Poetry and Writes", but will be much shorter. I'll try to write something each day of the month and post as I go--even if what I've written sucks. Who care...
