Insult From Love
My long lost friend,
from the age of ten,
fell into a sewer stream.
I took his oath,
a matter to us both,
that he'd by me be seen.
A moment later,
a snap of an alligator,
forced me into the side stream.
the waters quickened,
and narrowed by lost thicken'
hurling us down different paths to docken.
When we did dock,
we were separated by no ease of lock,
nor trail to reconvene by walk.
And I worried for my friend.
Whose path was filth for fiend,
and I thought my passage was clean.
I had yelled at him my worries,
while struggling with my own stories,
and shamefully thought he'd fail life's quandaries.
Shameless was I -
I judged he'd not satisfy,
the cruel challenges life belie.
And shame I felt,
for with ease he did vie,
better than I could try.
And made his life better than was my;
and played his hands better than dealt;
and by my oath before him I knelt;
for at life he was the better than I.
Copyright © Seth Diamond | Year Posted 2016
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