A Smile For Sacrifice
Scrounging my barren streets for mental calories
Hands tied trying to eat another temporary solution
Each new moon one eyelet closer to certain fragility
Countless pounds of synthetic leather,
Cork and carbon rubber
Now among the withered
In the vastness of obsolescence
But I do not despair
Nor divert from the middle way
I smile,
For the newly sown carpet
Of clunky river rocks strewing my path
Lest another asphalt scar
Blemish the flustered face of this world
Smile for pasta...again!
Shy, humble ingredients
Each one distinguished in scarcity
For I trust that one day flames will sing
Jolly cast iron will sway in affluence
Over a proud stove-top
Boasting only the freshest of organic jewels
I smile for another dauntless beginning
Another trivial job
Another detour from true passion
Because my course
Is as linear as the condor's
And that is liberty
I believe that I generate opportunity
I am the author of my circumstances
And I AM the love for which I seek.
Copyright © Jonathan Klein | Year Posted 2018
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