Lawyers Reflections a Day of Pouring Out
Lawyers
The legal eagles I have known
fly low, incompetence they have shown
standing before the court
as they come up, all too short
has been my experience with the man
who never seems to do the best he can.
And so, laden down with laws
my lawyers seem to have no claws
or wings with which to fly
right into that legal eye.
Reflections
The child in me looks out to see.
Where is the man in you ?, where can he be ?
As the man I am, looks to find, where is the child
in you?, that entity that once ran wild.
Looking, yet never, hardly ever do we see
that which we should have come to be.
B. J. “A” 2
November 6th 2001
A day of pouring out
The above was the insanity of the chaos in my mind.
it came on the heels of depression and a troubling time.
Then came the spirit of catharsis, shows up in my rhyme.
Into the dark ages, my soul had crept,
for a few short years, my spirit wept,
the Grim Reaper, my heart had met,
my rhymes, my words had set,
a coarse to release, from the gloom
that weighed heavy, in the confines of my room.
The dark years have slipped past, have gone on by,
leaving no reason for me, to lie down, and cry.
B. J. “A” 2
November 6th 2001
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2013
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