New York (V)
You are aimless in your cause
You bow to everyone
You follow the Golden Rule
And the God of Rule
And break them all the time.
You are sorry and sorry
And then you stop saying sorry
And you wander and your wander
And then you stop wandering.
Stop wondering.
Then you run for a hand to find.
You slip, and fall, and climb,
You beg for mercy and beg for forgivingness
Then turn and tag away.
Get a job.
Find a home.
This lovely day.
A burning May.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2008
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