Joe was a just man
Too bad JosephBetrothed but
Yes
She bears child
Not yours
Picks up his bags
To walk away discreetly
No fight
No hurling insults
No judgment and
Expression of human pain
Hurt
As would any man
No tantrum
No threats
No scene
No accusations
No naming and shaming
No parading
Just a let-her-be
Then the unexpected
An emissary from on high
Hey Joe
Hold up
Here's the 411
Yeah man
That's what's up
Who believes in dreams
And angelic visions anyway
But this man turned around
Bore the cross
Kept his peace
What a carpenter
Poetry by Barthoromeopoet
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Written on 2015-09-15 at 01:52
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