He reels from a blow
That chance inflicted
But I was the brass knuckles
Wrapped around life’s fist.
To me, it is an old story
I’ve seen replay a thousand times
But my experience has taught me
Not one helpful thing to say
Except “hang out if you want,
Disappear if it helps”,
And to snap at him jealously
When he doesn’t sing in joy
About his blessings I covet.
Have a good life, friend.
That chance inflicted
But I was the brass knuckles
Wrapped around life’s fist.
To me, it is an old story
I’ve seen replay a thousand times
But my experience has taught me
Not one helpful thing to say
Except “hang out if you want,
Disappear if it helps”,
And to snap at him jealously
When he doesn’t sing in joy
About his blessings I covet.
Have a good life, friend.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 3:26 PM
2 Comments:
I like this one. I've been thinking about writing some more recently myself, after reading this I think I'm going to give it a try tonight.
Ouch. Like a punch to the gut. But well-written.
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