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Friday, October 14, 2016

This Or That - A Poem by Moe


in "this" they're blessed with work of art
whose love has held them from it's start
in "that" this work is not their own
but watched with care to whom it's loan

in "this" they taste the fruit most nights
that craves to share with them delights
in "that" they'll wash a bowl of fruit
that's emptied by some piper's flute   

in time they see "that" draws a huff
for selfish pride says that's enough
and angered do they set their hat
to fight the crawl from "this" to "that"

but let us look into their fame
and wonder who sees them the same
what have they been to them that sat
in wait to meet their "this" or "that"

reminding selfish heart of times
when calloused went their soulish crimes
that maimed a heart with soft caress
inflicting pain with kissed finesse

so children wake from selfish pride
that truth received no longer hide 
let humbled heart be placed as hat
for love finds more than "this" or "that"

~Moses Apollo

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