Every Roof Tin and Hot

I look down from my seat in the darkened
Theater at a woman I know being somebody
Else on the stage, and I'm getting confused.
Is it simply that, since I am older, I see
Mistakes and desperation, things which
Caused the cruel things I've done, where
Evil once had been, and Maggie the Cat
Really isn't so bad? She is hurt. Good God,
We all have been, and even Big Daddy
Is hard for a reason. He grew up poor,
And had to fight, and all the others,
Wounded souls, as are the people in
The seats around me, and the woman
On the stage, my friend, who's sweet
To me, wouldn't hiss and snarl
If she hadn't suffered so.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-26 at 13:21

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