No Old Gods Poem by Patti Masterman
No Old Gods
Some people, you are always on your knees to,
inside your being-
But they never see it, because you are so forgetful,
left-brained, autistic, dysmorphic;
You say the worst things at the absolutely wrong time
Or nothing at all, when they're waiting so long,
to hear something; anything at all-
And then they go away, wounded..
Just as you are lighting a new candle
Before their shrine:
There are no old gods to the forever young at heart.
Amen to this one.... and I agree with our friend Eric.... Good one Jim Troy
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5/13/2024 4:18:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The message can be felt I see old politicians planning a war plan with garbled words and lots of candles sold in advance...the candles are for the young at heart, no old Gods only left brained wars...regards