Sing a song of penance
A picket full of "why"
Four and twenty lovers
All have said goodbye
I sit here in the corner
Not liking much my pie
Watching as my appetites
Wither up and die.
But maybe you have charity
And maybe I desire
And maybe still have dainty things
Not pulled from any fire.
Sing a song of openness
But sing it slightly higher
Raise your voice above
The milling murm'ring choir.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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Comments2
I will sing for caring and openness hoping all will be well.
Jabberwocky,
A very clever write!
I concur with Goldfinch60’s comment! Wishing you all the best!
~Laura~
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