Monday, January 30, 2012

A Poem to Forget Tomorrow

How unfair to be a man on this earth;
To attempt to dam the flow of a woman's tears to no success;
how unfair.
How horrible it is to need a blow to the face to feel alive;
To be a grown man searching for the hands of an invisible father,
how unfair.
It is no fun to forget how to make tears when you need them;
To appear stoic when you have been raised with amnesia,
how unfair.
It is tiring to repeatedly play the bull in the china shop;
To strangle your strength for fear of scaring others,
how unfair.
The worst thing to say to a young boy: “life is not fair”;
To masquerade childish anger as adult wisdom,
how unfair.
Perhaps the world would be more fair if the children raised the parents;
Perhaps that is why some procreate;
To enact revenge on all that is unfair.
How unfair.

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