It's hard
To keep the poetry
In
It comes just sitting there
Thinking of the past
Mauling over family
Looking into this beautiful yard
Where a cedar tree grows
Over 100 feet high
Surrounded by evergreens.
It's hard
To keep the poetry
In
It comes just talking to someone
Plays as though a wheel
That rolls on forever
Spinning in my mind
To some it's insane
To others
It is kind.
It's hard
To keep the poetry in
It comes when STEVE WILKOS
Is on the boob tube
Where some girl
Poured hot water
On her two year old baby
And I want to cry
Because the world
Is such an ignorant place
People refuse to learn
It goes on generation after generation.
