Monday, July 5, 2010

...Written After Work. It's My Only Excuse.

I humbly kneel before your grace
And ask a simple favor:
Grant to me thy warm embrace
Let me thy presence savor.
I find myself here—a stranger to
This land called Love and Joy,
But there’s not a thing I wouldn’t do
To be thought a man—not a boy.
So again I ask, likely in vain,
To stay with you forever.
I need you to cure life’s sick bane—
Indeed, you are my only endeavor.

—C.R.E.

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