“The Women Get The Bye”

She spoke of Shriver and her man
Who lived the life few people can,
Or ever would aspire to have –
With wounds so deep,
For which no salve
Can ease this pain
Restore again –

All deep regret
Finds solace – yet
We’re in it too –
A scrambled tool
Our brain becomes
As here – like mom’s

Lord,
That’s how I feel –
Like fate is sealed;
Please lift from all
Yon bounding wall.

For we’re all trapped
In this or that;
Cannot escape,
Asleep – awake.

Whence comes the aid
For man or maid?
Our human scene –
From whence –
So lean.

Thanks Holy Spirit for this.

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