knowing what to keep…
He decided to start small,
journey of a thousand miles style.
So on Monday he rounded up
a few of them, the childish things –
that animals have no soul,
that catholics aren’t christian,
that talking is thinking,
that the missionary position is best.
He put them out by the curb
intent on gradually reaching
his goal of becoming a man.
Tuesday morning he watched the driver
carry them away, all but the last one.
The grizzled shadow paused
and yelled back to the house:
I’d hang on to that one, pard.
You gave the beautiful it’s due, John. Here’s to mirror images…
And you get the prize for having the cajones to comment on this one…thanks, Seth.
This is becoming one of my favorite blogs to visit…
Thanks, Larry…I mean that.