My Vices Are Relatively Few
My vices are relatively few…
I drink too much
but at home, and not in danger
I sleep too little
because I drink too much
And guilt
Guilt at the things I’ve done wrong
Guilt at the things I’ve not done
Guilt at the things I’ve yet to do
I’ve been forgiven for all the things I’ve done
or not done
and maybe for all the things I’ve yet to do
but one
Because she is only almost five
and must first be hurt before she can forgive
My vices are relatively few…
© 2013 Bill Friday
window. Nice full circle, too. I hope that little one is always happy. 🙂
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Thank you Karen. I do too.
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The hardest part is understanding forgiveness only comes as a result of hurt.
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That’s how it looks from here. At least it did that night. Writing poems at night is a dangerous proposition.
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Stay away from the word “Nantucket” and you’ll be fine.
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I’m told the Urban Dictionary is a goldmine of limericky goodness.
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I think most hearts are forgiving when they can see the guinineness before them. Yes.. I just made that word up. Sue me!
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When you read the line, “but at home, and not in danger” I couldn’t help but remember all the mothers who I have heard use that line. One of the few lines in society that can be heard and you can almost see the lips of the speaker, so again, great choice.
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Thank you Trista. There were so many moments like that at The Bluebird Reading. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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And so this circle makes what philosophers love most – life without trying. Beautiful.
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