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Broken Lives 2

Soft, innocence and new
We all reap what we sow
Train and learn, we grew,
Our parents’ hearts in tow.

Joining institutions
Kind of innocent, headstrong
Three graduations,
One, in the throng.

Formal junkies and limos,
Gassed and laughs,
Demos and gizmos.
Intimacy marries and loves.

Parents gone to serve
Upon their return,
Relying upon reserve.
Years to mourn.

Nowhere to be found
Games with affluent
Dueling dumbfound.
Meaningless aggrandizement.

Lives lost or ruined,
Games of law; lawless.
Beautiful clothes sequined.
Patience is ceaseless.

Knowing eternity is…
Exist with mercy unearned.
Just like Atlantis,
eternally gifted are amazed.

Travelled untaught,
Revered for what?
Unravel for naught.
Restored to what?

  1. February 9, 2013 at 4:55 am

    For me, this begs for the rest of the story. Sounds like a memory that could become a memoir. I want more!


  2. February 9, 2013 at 3:49 pm

    nice…i like the message in your words…knowing that mercy…as too often we treat life like a game…and in that we oft times lose…really interesting last stanza in this as well…good to see you…smiles.


  3. kkkkaty1
    February 9, 2013 at 5:27 pm

    ouch…this sounds like a family spitting apart…what really was it all about for for,, one wonders….maybe there are lessons or silver linings among the glitter and sequins and limos..a personal discovery?


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