Now and Then
Think what you might of had
You had scurvy, big toes the size of your defeat
Think what you might of had
Passing through a portal of cidal haunts
A car of my dreams all paid and cream
What we always had
Inkering heart to fight for fairness and freedoms art
When the Earth sighed and we all held our breathe
Opening air of nights burnt and sounds Peoples boozed hope
Verifying fermented truth
Did it all float away
Or we just survive better in spheres of silence victories sung only by finches and sparrows
Back to the cave some have run
But more fight to keep each other in sight
No laws but one sight one breathe and a team
It's about winning through laurels and promise
What is news is slight of hand
A jester a pawn
The tired his song
The end should linger
In posed thought and absent trigger fingers
Which lie is closer
To follow what you believe
A life carved hollow but contently rests upon the dusty shelf
Copyright © Greg Slode Smith | Year Posted 2023
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