(A reflection on Verse Three)
Imagine my surprise!
Finding a second passport in a pocket
Where only one had been before
Logging untold visits to thankless shores
Issued by the Republic of Lethargy
And stamped with multiple entries
To the lands of Cynicism, Doubt and Despair
Hopeless places where nothing seems fair
A photo of a sad and dull-eyed “me†affixed
Resentful bearer of too many grim reports
Frequent traveler to vales of pain and strife
My pallid soul drained of laughs and life
A clue in the passport’s brittle pages
And in its sheath of sinuous vines
Did I cease to water the seeds of joy until
Strangling needs took root that would me kill?
One night I dream the world is changed
The future quite perfect in every way
And still I’m not content. Imagine my surprise!
The problem it seems within me lies.
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin 2010. All rights reserved.
