Show You - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Show You

Tell me your secrets and
I’ll show you mine,
I keep them in a
Nondescript box
Hidden in the attic.

Hold me on your shoulders,
Maybe that way I’ll grow
Taller than I think I am.
Lift me higher than possible and
Let go as I take flight.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer