Things that send souls alight hold you down like a stone
Jaded wings growing heavy before taking flight
Like a hermit at heart, who can not be alone
You are driven to those that won’t stay by your side
Bosom chums smiling kindly, adjusting your noose
Gently knocking the chair from under your feet
And those passionate sages that show you the truth
While their hand on your wallet seems almost discrete
Every time you’re betrayed it gets harder to trust
To get close, to allow the glimmer of hope
Motivations boil down to money or lust
Even charity comes with its own quid pro quo
But there’s always a soulmate out there for me
To that one, I am raising this whittled wine glass
To that cynical mug staring back from the mirror
I’ll drink, ‘cuz tonight you’re as good as it gets.
A most insightful piece, love the third stanza, very fine indeed! You certainly haven't lost your touch dear Masha. HG: -) xx
Intelligent, insightful, dense with meaning.... a wonderful write, Masha; going into my favorites. But first, I must read it twice more. Esther xx
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I would like to translate this poem
Well now mirrors reflect and show what is already known, but look past the obvious and see the prysmic patterns of lights reflection......great write...Lady M...