I must say it is a smidgen disappointing to check my stats and have none for this entire week, but not enough to restrain me from writing. I wrote this on the way to soccer practice the other day, as I sat in the back seat, watching shiny vehicles drive by and constantly trying to revert my attention back to my biology di-hybrid crosses (no luck), so I scribbled this down:
When I was young,
I praised the words he sung.
Thinking he knew it all,
was my greatest fall.
He knows nothing,
He should hop down from his high horse, he is no king,
I now hear myself thinking.
But now I know: his smarts are low,
for he does not know all he owns.
His hand stumbles through his hair, he groans,
never remembering that all his blessings are just loans.
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