Monday, January 27, 2014

Let That Be A Lesson

It was silent as I looked up and saw him.
Unusual
Because his is the mouth which never ceases.
I waited, but beyond his greeting
Silence.
Morning.
Early.
We engrossed ourselves in caffeine
Print, and whatever else would ease us into reality.
Silence.
I relished this moment
Knowing it wouldn't last;
His conspirators waited
Along with his vernacular spout never slowing.
I hoped the example of us 'working folk'
Would saturate his being
Permeate what things he would choose to learn
Today
Tomorrow
And far beyond those stale paths
Some would desire for him.
My future...
Go figure.
©2014clarencecbess

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