Wednesday, April 11, 2007


From where rest I have sought, came rejection, “I shall teach ye suffering; not in words, but in deeds. All, and as bitter tea ye shall absorb.” Where I would resist, circumstances insist, “You will learn, one way or another; and that I no longer care; your past, your present, and your future; it matters not what ye do here.” Where I would beseech, deafness greets my charge, “Ye not swift of wit; how pathetic ye are.” Then shall I smile, be met with doubt, “What be ye grinning about?”


Flawed & Disorderly said...

Oh wow! That makes a huge difference to hear you read it! That's an awesome addition! Good job!

LJ said...

Nice closing line, Eugene. Grin.

PatyC said...

Really Goooood! Loved it!

Manchild said...

Hello Skywater,

Profound. Cogent. Your writing speaks for itself.