An uproar in the velvet boxes
a tiny gray mouse in a tux
popped out from the pocket
of a driver of trucks
‘Scandal’ played on the lips of
the snooty fashionables
How dare that gauche driver appear
in his greasy wash-and-wearables
O, the shame of it all
as the mouse toured the wall
When even a night at the opera
features a mouse drawing catcalls
Greater part
of
my body,
white
of winter,
hydrator of humus,
sculptor
of
valleys,
washer
of wearables,
I
I
Owe
YOU
2. "When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives."
Lauren Eden
shadows lurk from the painful past tempting to look back
there were struggles which only made stronger and stronger
no sustenance on silver platter to relish from
lacked shiny lustre on day-to-day wearables
but mysteriously the lacking added strength to
feelings of warrior no defeat without striving
for the top no giving up without achieving goal
shadows reminded adversaries lost in battle
no regret for a journey with ups and downs
ultimate win wiped out tumultuous odyssey
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