Distant - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Distant

They eagerly await
The family’s arrival.

How he loves his tousled,
Rambunctious grandchildren.

Looking out the window,
He thinks of his boyhood.

Pain and want become
Wealth and comfort.

Such distant images,
Times never to be relived.

He pauses by his study,
One small bit of business to do.

Distant decisions spawning
Unseen consequences.

Yet another family struggles
To pay the bills.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer