Trotted
this beautiful plane
Like a damsel adorned
in grace and petal of love
With a simmering
sweetness on my face,
lighting up my world.
I've strutted and
walked the pearly city of life,
making perfect
silhouettes my body clad in life's rich satin
You see, this skin has
felt velvety silk of the purest of Shea,
buttered with the finest of oil, only the sun
can outshine.
My eyes have sighted,
beauty, hands luxury
and heart witnessed
the deepest of kindness thereof.
But what I've never
understood was curse,
brought from walking alone not from lack of
crowd,
but from want of truth among the seekers of my
time.
I must tell you,
numbers don't make a meaning
when wind wades you
through the waves of life's despair,
or forlorn faces
nodding their shame of you.
You'll find they won't
always matter,
the ones chanting hurray will spurn in horror
at once
when coppers go crook, the honest keep hot
Life is fine and
bright and could be dark and dim
when it turns to
shadow from sparkling laughter
