The Logic of TodayA Poem by BonitaAddiction to Literature.
The doctor asked me
How will you pay?
You have no job – English you say?
So you're going to teach?
No, I need
To write, can't you see?
I need to be free.
He shakes his head
And writes a prescription
Most certainly mourning
My hopeless addiction
I too shake my head
And want to redeem his
Childhood dreams of
All he was cheated
Poor feeble minded
Trapped in their blindness
Unable to see
The need for fulfillment
Unable to breathe
The beauty of purpose
The blind lead the blind
So they say, yet I pray
I will not succumb to
Its logic today
© 2008 BonitaReviews
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1 Review Added on May 11, 2008 AuthorBonitaSouthern, NMAboutI live in the desert southwest, all beach and no ocean. It's quiet here. I like the quiet... it slays all confusion. I'm a single mother of three grown children. A grandmommy. A substitute teacher. A.. more..Writing
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