I wish.
Little imp,
Hitting puberty,
Like a car
Smashing into a wall,
Again and again,
Till there was only,
Blood.
But now,
I mean to be,
A lovely sweet,
Old lady.
No more tongue lashings,
No scathing sarcasm.
No more histrionics,
Just,
Calm understanding,
Deep breathing patience.
And peaceful forgiveness,
Welcoming all,
Seeing the soul
In every face,
In each,
Their special gift.
As I eke out
My elegant existence,
Blue rinsed
To my roots.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 23:09
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Sweet Old Lady
I was a horrid,Little imp,
Hitting puberty,
Like a car
Smashing into a wall,
Again and again,
Till there was only,
Blood.
But now,
I mean to be,
A lovely sweet,
Old lady.
No more tongue lashings,
No scathing sarcasm.
No more histrionics,
Just,
Calm understanding,
Deep breathing patience.
And peaceful forgiveness,
Welcoming all,
Seeing the soul
In every face,
In each,
Their special gift.
As I eke out
My elegant existence,
Blue rinsed
To my roots.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 556 times
Written on 2007-01-20 at 23:09
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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