In my experience
between the two
I'm not naming names
but what people say
and what they do
are not always
one and the same
as they don't follow through
life gets in the way
I understand
but that's no reason
not to let me know
there's been a change of plan
when told I'll call
give you a ring is when
I know I'll never
hear from them ever again
all in all
it's quite disappointing
and if nothing else
totally frustrating
Standing in the queue for my turn,
seeing others faces, under blazing sun.
ok, insanely I am still human,
As, stupid habits for everyone, its given.
One path leading to another,
Everytime it felt more and more better.
Day arrived, change of plan,
Execution ground was somewhat different.
Ohh, its same, just a new work game,
trying to slip away from one, to have little fun.
jealousy, betrayal, denial,
For me everything was real.
Unforeseen circumstances, world is cruel.
A place like home to make stay,
To live better life, needed to pay.
On arrival, met cutie,
At first scared than, it was my duty.
Always clinging onto me to play,
solid, shiny, chewable things, it always wanted to take.
One day something went wrong; it was forever gone.
Days kept on passing but, moment of memories, still keeps on chasing.
Careful, this time took route to home,
A day journey; not somewhere in Rome.
Surplus amount of work to do,
Everyday, trying to fit into new shoes.
Reluctant to give up although, it was trouble.
unaware of reasons, why so much of hustle?
I always thought, don't be a porcelain doll,
Ahh, at last I did fall.
My father said to me: “Hey Bob, what’s with you today?
You’ve been very quiet; you haven’t had much to say!”
I thought my time had come at last to tell them the news.
It just seemed hard now with me shaking inside my shoes!
I said: “Everyone, I just found a nice girl for me,
I’m sure you’ll all love her, she’s as sweet as she can be.”
They all applauded and didn’t let me finish here.
I said: “There’s a little more to this story, I fear
I don’t have much time left so this is what I will say,
It’s important that I marry this girl right away!”
Dad said: “Wait a minute son, you’re talking like a fool!
You haven’t finished college yet and then there’s law school!”
I said: “Dad, there’s this left and I hope you don’t go wild.
She’s spent the last five months as the mother of my child."
That summer your dad died
and we brought your mom
to stay a few weeks
‘til she moved to the nursing home
we drove east to Saskatchewan
the huddles of family
I’d never met
softly recounting your father’s fading
while Bessie washed dishes without a word
and looked for something
newly misplaced
Only you
her fiftieth gift child
who’d strategically shirked
corporate success
could flick the switch of recognition
her pleading eyes a conversation
translated in flesh
Back at home with a change of plan
to live together
as long as we could
with the front door swinging
the kettle screaming
dry on the stove
and Bessie shuffling the winding road
in search of church or bingo
'Til leaning down to hug “goodnight”
your eyes her open sky
where every memory softly whispered
Bessie back into the light
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