His body was bruised, and distorted
His friend took back the large, green
Two-hundred and fifty pound note
That he was about to lend him
I was in questioning mode
Already though I had condemned him
He didn’t look good
I didn’t feel good
This is how a father dreams
Of his son
After reading the first chapter
Of A Road Less Travelled
For I did abandon him
I was short on love in his direction
& now I don’t know where to start
To make things any better
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
