Shawn L. Bird

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flaming bridges June 22, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 am
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March on
there is no going back
to the poverty of that place
the weakness of spirit
the negative helplessness
that grabs and pulls at rescuers

 like a frantic drowning man.

March on
to the sunrise over the hill
to the success that awaits
to the skilled craftsmen
No more wasted hours while poor work unfolded
and you bought things you didn’t need in kind charity.
No more frustration at the
self-imposed and self-declared uselessness.

March on
and shake the dust off the sandals.
♪ There will be poor always,
pathetically struggling ♪
You have done what you could
and now you are free

 to stomp over the bridge
march on.


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