A Father's Sorrow
In the morning of the night
I looked to the light to find what was right
but all I found was left
being deft in the night.
I was not contrite with this inner fight
as I lied attempting to sleep but was slight.
The night’s fight was ripe with spite
as I was lost in the middle of my left and right.
Lines of site are veiled with obligatory inquiries
of yin or yang or black or white.
Should I disinvite the blight within to settle
the fight of left and right? Or make haste of left
even though it’s not right.
But the left was and is deft and is pulling the weight tonight.
The right is though, right…
but should I be left?
I have to be forthright as a knight by being right
but being left I am bereft in my plight.
Even now I write to find my right but can’t change the left.
Having left….could I ever be right?
Copyright © J Clinton Smith | Year Posted 2010
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