Sorry For The Way It Goes Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Joseph sailing on his fine dream

marked in the cross hairs of his brothers

what a fine morning to be ill esteemed

in a coat of many colours.

there is the dreamer we will slay

innocent as the break of day

or sell into captivity

how much can it matter, either way

oh Joseph in a pale disguise

perhaps you wouldnt be despised

who knows

every time

I feel so sorry for the way it goes,

that story

regardless of the outcome.

mary angela douglas 16 november 2022