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For Whom the Life Calls
And clockwork whirs behind the stained glass
As the church bells toll atop the spire.
And up the concrete staircase, us willing are herded
To bear the words imparted upon us.
Our dull eyes receive a holy word
Passed on from grins behind the veil.
We pray in turn to work or learn
Whereon we may move from here.
The sullen trudge in files forlorn
To receive our golden stars
So we may return to our knees;
Tired and pleased
That we kissed the ring at all.
Day in, day out, our mental tread
Was torn from flesh as our loved ones wept.
So morph and mold, disfigure the self
For the sake of a name, less time and more wealth.
rare talent
imho you have a rare talent thank you for being here and sharing
your poems
perhaps you will migrate to Hollywood
as a songwriter