As I’ve Been Told

Maybe we’re meant to do as we see

I’ve done what I’m told not as I’ve seen
Yet my memory remains illy keen

Remember the dance with the uninvited felon
A guilty conscious overstays its welcome

You can serve it pride
You can feed it greed
But it thirsts for more than you can appease

Remember the laughs accompanied by satire
A stained word record remains interminably

You can scrub it with surrender
You can wipe it with beguile
But once darkened its nature can never enlighten

Remember the sound, oh the sound
An engraved tune dances for eternity

You can swing to its doubts
You can waltz to its murmurs
But it holds those who listen imprisoned

Remember the essence surrounding the guest
A fragrance determined to linger with nuisance

You can spray the apologies
You can mist the petitions
But I do as I’ve been told not as I’ve seen

Author's Note

What are your thoughts? Where did your mind wander?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice flow of words led to the proper ending.
"You can spray the apologies
You can mist the petitions
But I do as I’ve been told not as I’ve seen"
I do like the logic of the above lines. Thank you Stephanie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote