even when we find ourselves in the depth of inertia guilt manages to invade


Great Expectations


Shouldn’t you be somewhere?
Should you laugh without a care?
Sitting here, stripes on pants
While water through a sieve decants

Shouldn’t you be writing down
words to make the students frown?
Laughing, looking, joking
Fingers digging deep ribs, poking

Shouldn’t you be finding light?
Leave the darkness to the night?
The moon’s casual bathing glow
Hiding all the dust below

Shouldn’t you be lending hands
To those reshaping crumbling sands?
Reinforcing weak foundations
Earn the pride of other nations

Shouldn’t you be walking through
Buildings on the avenue?
That lead to where you should be now
But this, my grief will not allow




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 01:07

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