A Hardboiled LessonA Poem by Spoken
The sun bakes on an egg with no shade
Rolling along
it cracks but never breaks
If a hole in the road awaits
It falls with the kinetic force of hope
Just enough momentum
To deny gravity
rolling up in deviance
this little warrior will never be
supper for the king
the soft underbelly misleads
this little egg
has a pledge, turn, and prestige
let it work it’s magic
hatching just in time
to swan and fly
before it dies in flight
aged ashes take to the wind
swirling like snowflakes
onto the tongues of our younglings
who wobble along a path
we once called our own
now bequeathed to them
with a tree of wisdom
to get through the heat
of those hardboiled lessons
the sun bakes on an egg with no shade
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