MIRACLE COLLECTION
by green
MIRACLE 1 THEY The requirement is to be weak And small from the beginning, So they can say that the freak Became strong in their imagery. You must be wallowing in misery, Unwanted by the world’s eyes That should uncover your mystery So they desire you as a prize. Impossible claims labeled for lies And skepticism runs abound. So after dreamers run their infinite tries Their success alas rings sound. But if nothing beyond is miracle, Then I find them all hysterical!
MIRACLE 2 YOU Stop! Why put yourself down When you are the greatest among This “bright and better” town? Trust me, I’ve heard praises sung About that strong, special, and young Prize of a loving, compassionate family, Who doesn’t know of sweet free tongue When carrying so much responsibility. With your heart you brought possibility To the minds of people around you, Who have given you opportunity. How can you not see that too? Fine! Just look around for magic Find not the glory but the tragic.
MIRACLE 3 I He who parted the sea of red And was the son of ethereal Is a fable story I once read. I myself have no such zeal. No super strength or quicker heal Or savior of any suffering lives Not fearless sailor nor man of steel, All bulletproof and swishing knives. False: the Luck Man in me contrives His guarded trait, so rare a thing. Neither more laughter than previous cries Nor sudden flight with a broken wing. I don’t believe in miracle bliss For I’m always here, I cannot miss.
MAY 2021||The penchant|2
