his secret word

his secret word


he couldn’t keep his word

it flew around like a bird


promises, money, and friends

were to him beating wings


and I really liked this guy 

but he wasn’t a child I couldn’t try 


to convince him to act 

with the decency


he expected of me


so I hope one day he will learn 

but I really don’t have the time 


to do more than write this poem

as the world’s demands are endless

◄ The Wait

Hyenas ►


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