Death Is A Creep
Upon my knee she
my little imp sits
stares up
at me
full of wonder and delight
yet I’m old enough to know
one night
the light won’t be in my eye…
on my other knee the creep
he silently stares straight at me
he’s part and parcel of everyone’s
reality
he can’t help being an offensive thief
he’s meant to be what he is
a creep
living life makes me the happy thief
life every second with every heartbeat!!!
Clyde A. Wray
March 31, 2009
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