A Place of Contentment
another park bench, or the gazebo where the young couple is hiding love?
a cane now presses against his leg, a sign of things to come.
the lord smiles still, at this tweed jacket of a man.
those channels still grip his face, a little deeper now,
a little more time takes hold.
never gray, this morning's filled with promise,
tonight is cards with roger and the boys.
still no letter, still no word.
the lord looks on these dull faded eyes,
he looks and sees a servant, late to bloom but oh father thank you that he has.
once a thorn, now a flower,
the bastard now a son.
there is a huge back story to this but i think its probably cooler for anyone who reads it to remain guessing. make up yer own stinkin story, thats what its about. thats what its for.
1 comment:
that's very cool. i usually don't like poetry but this is a clear exception.
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