A chrestomahy of pain
- A Chrestomathy of Pain
by George "Papa" G.
Facing east across the bay I cry for those who died,
Seven fell down, like snow from the sky. Why?
Will I write a tome or poem?
Another chapter in a chrestomathy of pain,
my own shame?
Insulted by the rejection of my dour life's lessons, penned,
I climb the arcane mountain within, begging for
the rite that will change a pharaoh to a king,
and answer all of life's questions.
Tears, the symbols of my pain, flow
cleansing my heart and soul.
The truth has a gentle ring
and, I listen too, as I walk into the moon's glow.
Papa G © Saturday, February 01, 2003
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