It's hard to know what's right or wrong I bray
Low-hanging fruit will smack my head instead
When right seems wrong and wrong is in my way
.
To reach that branch so near without delay
The Tree of Life wilts down with branches dead
It's hard to know what's right or wrong I bray
.
The fam'ly tree of black and white grows gray
Umbilical cord canopies misread
When right seems wrong and wrong is in my way
.
I have to stack my plate at life's soirée
Hand out to me and mine and — then — their bread
It's hard to know what's right or wrong I bray
.
Becoming hungry forces me astray
To sack that tree until no fruit is shed
When right seems wrong and wrong is in my way
.
No choice is fairly priced for me to pay
When I compete with others to be fed
It's hard to know what's right or wrong I bray
When right seems wrong and wrong is in my way
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Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (2)
"Umbilical cord canopies misread". Oooo, I really loved that line. As always, you blew my minds with this Villanelle!
Ooooh...love this...had such amazing flow and very thought-provoking. Well done, Gerard!