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no open doors
by Charlie Morganthe river needs no pushing from us;
it flows on its own, or not.
wisdom from us ceases our pushing;
allows us to view it as it passes.
drifts by addressed to: Occupant.
we open it and read the contents.
our life, many chapters float by,
we watch it bobble and flounce.
there's the day i spent angry at you,
the day i forgave you, every day.
i saw your life, wanted to better it;
meanwhile, mine was in the handbasket
made for hell by loving humans too much.
let me rest for this next round. 02/11/2009 Posted on 02/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/11/09 at 03:19 PM Sometimes it feels like that doesn't it! So you bite you tongue, swallow your pride, and stick around for the ride regardless of how rough it might be. Good write Charlie. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/11/09 at 04:40 PM Coming out swinging, eh? Nice. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/11/09 at 05:06 PM You, angry? Really? Do tell. Besides that, I love the image of wisdom casting us to shore for a minute, and the anonymity of opening the letter to "occupant" but getting what we need out of it anyway. |
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