Friday, October 06, 2023

Delivered

A waxing gibbous moon
Was high above the earth
A silent silver sentinel
The doctor said, “Soon.”
Then there was a birth
And thus began my stint in hell.

A reading can’t foretell
An individual's worth
Or where the bones are strewn
I guess it’s just as well
That we can find some mirth
Beneath a waxing gibbous moon.

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