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