December 22
Age and Death
When death was young
It did its job cleanly no mincing about
Now the uncertainty and old age tremble
Leave the world filled with half dead zombies
Living is less for the faltering of death
I would rather be struck down swiftly with a scythe
Than bludgeoned endlessly with a butter knife
Sing
with the wind
*
Before Pearls
You must stop
crying
You must
The endless
tears will poison you
Your teeth and
soul, the life of you
Just because you
don’t know how you can go on
Doesn’t mean the
world will stop to let you off
The raw red
rough of it will drag you to its lair
Doing what it
will with you, there is no hope to spare
Unloved child
you must go on
Lied to and
misguided doesn’t change the time
There is nowhere
to lie down and sleep
No safe and
sheltered home
So dry your
face, pick up your pack
Carry all your
freight
Close your eyes
to beauty
Close your ears
to lies
You are the only
oyster
The sand your
only prize
You are reading selections from More Sober on the
Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
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