Sunday, April 22, 2018

The Plastic Washing Up Gloves

If you took for yourself
For one week
For three years
For a day
For a lifetime
Knowing
Greed
Might break one heart
Greed - covering
Hands from a heist
In green and avarice
Washing up gloves
pretending to
Swing like a child
In innocent bliss,
The price is never certain
The path may not lead to treasure true
And so stay good,
When you can.
There’s nothing so bad about good.
One heart in one week or in three years
For a day
A moment
A lifetime
Might turn out to be better
Than an acquittal of trust
Might lead you to a fork
In the path that was more free
Less laden with yourself
And your culpable tears.
For one week
For three weeks
For a day
A lifetime
It only takes a second
To break a loving heart
Choose life
Choose respect
Choose love.



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