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The man with false morals

Contributed by sena on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 10:42:09 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



Where is he?
The innocent babe asks.
Suddenly, I'm looking at my life
Through a looking glass.

Searching for answers
Lost in the past.
The future is upon me
It happend so fast.

How do I answer such a question
Without reason or rhyme?
I just say I do not know
And that we'll both be fine.

A puzzled look
Then a smile
I love you Mommy
Comes in a little while.

Perhaps he moved away.
I watch my bright five year old say.
How easy it would be,
Allowing him to think truth
Of his fantasy.

So I just say I do not know.
All the while thinking
How fast he has grown.

With no answers to give
I look away.
Thinking to myself
That the jerk will be judged one day.

The jerk...a man with false morals,
Not a conscious to boot.
Naieve and young,
I thought he was a hoot.

Quite the lesson I learned,
What it's like to fall
And get burned.

Yet out of my perception of hell
Life went on
And we're doing quite well.

Through struggles and triumphs
I have proceeded
To become everything
The little one has needed.

A cross to bear
I would not call him
For when you left
It was sink or swim.

Now here I am
Almost six years later
Eternally grateful that I swam.

S





Copyright © sena ... [ 2006-04-19 22:42:09]
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Re: The man with false morals (User Rating: 1 )
by Aspiring on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 11:08:59 PM AEST
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This is beautiful, inspirational, and profound,
keep posting!
-Aspiring


Re: The man with false morals (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 20th April 2006 @ 11:50:55 AM AEST
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Like a gradually healing Vitamin C

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