Day: January 11, 2020

With the people who fall through the cracks.

The child too shy to join  a little group
Or shamed by her old clothing  and her shoes
The one who feels they don’t fit in or match
The one who suffered early from the blues

The barren wife, no virgin yet unused
The girl so clever yet she was well bruised
The middle age of suffering ends and views
The loneliness  of age  with none amused

The man too nervous to make any move
The man who cannot pass  yet cannot love
The aging figure hopelessly bemused
The sperm still leaping,never to be used.

Some are in and others are outside
How few stayed with Jesus as he cried!
If we were more like him we would now mix
With the people who fall through the cracks.

A hint of suffering in the edge of eye
A hint of sadness by  the mouth denied
A hint of being tired of one’s own life
A hint that maybe someone wants to die

Charm

My brother charmed the ladies on the bus
He charmed the teachers and the parish priest
When at home he spared no charm for us

When I asked him  why he said,because.
Those do best who say the very least
My brother charmed old ladies on the bus

I asked him to be kind; said he was
I ate   the green herbs  at his marriage feast
When at home he had no charm for us

With age he  grew much closer, in the blood
He was  not  a   friend , he was a beast
My brother charmed old ladies and the fuzz

Now  he’s  changed, he’s almost getting  good
We seem  more  like each other in  life’s tests
When at home he had no charm for us

I don’t  know why he fought.I had no  rest
But I bequeath him love if I go  first
My brother charmed old ladies on the bus
Now at home he  has learned  charm for us