smiling

and the truth when it came
stripped us of our pride
was the story never written
of how the future died
but none of us aware
of the vagaries of time
could be implicated
in that so dreadful crime
but wallowing in the heat
of our internal flame
we stopped to learn the rules
of this fascinating game
and when at last we came
to our winter dreams
we found ourselves entangled
in someone else’s scheme
life becomes a joke
when all that’s left is pain
working serves no purpose
if there’s nothing left to gain
but still we have resolved
against their every curse
that we will keep on smiling
it can’t make things any worse

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5 Comments

  1. How true! 🙂
    Merry Christmas!
    ((((gentle Christmas hug for you))))

    Reply
  2. damommza

     /  December 24, 2011

    Creativity never takes a day off. Excellent poem! and I love the rhyming pattern here. Last lines, as always the best!

    Reply

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