As scary as it ever was,
it came to me, I am, because,
one smiles to me with reason none.
And that means I am being one.
I notice of the fact must take.
Not sound of laughter I will make,
though rather pretty I will go.
And too old I am to tip-toe.
Oh’ dear, how did it come to this …
I am. (A smiling person is.)
Why me … (That’s left for you to see.)
I mean, that thing, to be …
The children shout my name, I hear,
the adults hidden notice bear.
It is not strange I worry, so,
is this the way to go …
Oh’ dear, how did it come to this …
I am. (A smiling person is.)
Why me … (That’s left for you to see.)
I mean, that thing, to be …
My God, I am by being two,
the young and old both see me true,
there is no hide, and no escape,
what is to warm, my cape …
Oh’ dear, how did it come to this …
I am. (A smiling person is.)
Why me … (That’s left for you to see.)
I mean, that thing, to be …
That line “I am. (A smiling person is.)” feels hauntingly tender, Vaccinius.
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David
SkepticsKaddish.com
I enjoyed the steady rhythm and repetition in this one. Thanks for joining in.
ReplyDeleteThe rhythm is perfect... and the repetiions works. making it almost like a chant.
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