Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Thankful Line - Poem

My children are bandits
Now, at forty-one, 
Their thievery leads
to a joyful penury
And to the growth of praise
Of those without guile.

Here, a ditty to the patrimony
That I created with a tiny sock
Attached to a spindly leg
The fixation of little beings
Poking about in drawers

This is what we are;
The thankful line of life ever growing.

Eric Maroney 2008, 2011

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