Your worn words and intentions fade away
As you’ve spun more tired rhymes to sway
Forgotten lies begot more lies crowning
The children cry; our forgotten blessings
Keeping your reach cold but for when loins join
Even the man on the street gains his coins
Elevating your head above the clouds
You no longer hear, see or smell seed sowed
Your children need to understand you first
In order to know why they feel so cursed
With the deep sins of their father immersed
Your children do them easily rehearsed
Knowing better the proof held underneath
Giving the children the chance for the wreath
Children forgiving fathers for their sake
Hoping to nullify their mistakes
© 2013 Michael Yost 06/30
Michael's Lair 
Your poetry though always stunning has seemed even more so to me with your more recent entries. Wow!
The new prompt is up if you are interested =)
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Heads up, my hamster has jumped his axle and his wheel is carening out of control. 🙂
I Believe…. That imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history.That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience.That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that Love is stronger than death.Robert Fulghum, Author: “All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten” 15th Anniversary Edition
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