Waylaid in the wrong parallel life

Ever been waylaid in the wrong parallel life
Such sadness, such death, and curdling strife
Cho killed Emily. Why. Who ever knows.
Tears still bedew at the nape of your nose
Petals before full bloom are buried too soon
Remember your friends erelong rises the next moon
Forgive, forgive the heart that lost its mind
I hope better times, brighter sunrises, all may find
But to understand, to unearth the seeds of hope
Some reason to live, some method to cope;
The solution may be much closer than you think
So forget gods, witch doctors, drugs or drink
When next waylaid in this wronged nonpareil place
Find ye the answer alive in any child’s face

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on November 27, 2011, in Poem and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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