Late
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Image, Poetry, humor, photo, wisdom
Late
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I’m awake late Christmas Eve
wrestling with what I believe
regarding the truth of Santa Clause
my parent’s proof is full of flaws
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Ignorance falls like dark late night
a pitch so black there is no light
knowledge burning bright as flame
drives darkness back to where it came
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I was born by dark of moon
a stormy night in late late June
it’s rained on every birthday after
my parties are devoid of laughter
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O h this is bad, it’s our first date
and here I am two hours late
I have no quality excuse
maybe battery cables rattled loose
windshield shattered by a flying goose
the road was blocked by a stubborn moose
no… I’m turning back, ‘cause what’s the use
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rob kistner © 2008
December 19th, 2008 at 2:41 pm
Moose & moose poem give me a big smile! Drive on - maybe your date love you anyway! After all, sometimes we have to be ourselves, flaws (parental and otherwise) and all!
December 21st, 2008 at 7:40 am
Loved the moose. Lovely collection of lates in one poem.
December 22nd, 2008 at 1:19 am
That may be your lover in a moose suit ready to give you a surprise!
December 30th, 2008 at 6:23 pm
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