Humility
The suitcase carried all the reckless years
The wind suffered alongside a troubled trek
I want to ride back into the sunset
In the back of a pickup,
high on the blessings of yesterday
Bury the blame, shave off the solitude,
and cut the contestable bull$h*t
One may arrive earnestly cloaked in brilliance
Others may crawl in unnoticed except for their hint of humility.
JB 12/2/2023
Copyright © Jeffrey Bovee | Year Posted 2023
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