When Loins Join

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

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