CharlaX Platitudes
Good Morning, some say it later Good Afternoon, one a man bobbed his head GOOD NOON he said to me. But the thing that always gives me some great distress is when I sneeze and someone says to me bless you. I come unglued I have duress I fall apart I lose my happiness. I blanch.
For they are just pulling wool over eyes so meant to see, and discover real blessings underneath my vine of walking in the light of this side of the veil of this mortality as I pen this tale of inadiquity for when this mortal man has blessed me the blessing does not come it does not clean my nose it does not clear my age or make me young again Please, everyone, do not pretend to throne above do not bless my sneezes' do not take my love my ardent fervor of my GOD
Do not bless AT me with nothing in your hand and ADD to my chagrin when eye sneeze again
And when you BOB your head at me and mumble your GOOD NIGHT at me just knoe that this my mourning was already started the thing in place before I rose to face this day.
The fragrance of my violet will fill my sneezing nose and then will I say GOOD MOURNING
Jus t for my Tears of Roses. This is the Charlax'es Platitudes.
