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somebody changed the guard
by Charlie Morgan
drifting into my life are cares
i don't need, don't even want.
park like a Greyhound and idle,
making a parking lot of my life.
the shape of the future, my worry;
the results of WW II, social decay,
values sold to the highest hollerer
and by the way, what would Jesus do?
He wept once it says, probably more.
but, worldly worries disguised as cares
saunter in on the heels of Good Graces;
a Gift!, what if we make shambles of it?
01/11/2008 Posted on 01/11/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/12/08 at 01:55 AM This poem has that Leonard Cohen somberness that in its brutal honesty effectively speaks volumes. To summarize: we are both the makers and victims of our personal and collective realities. Thanks for the well worded Chaz. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/12/08 at 01:56 AM Oops! That last line should have read "well worded reminder." |
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