A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

kindergarten righteous

The lines were rote, received as writ. 
When we were kids, we treasured it: 
how right from wrong 
could goodly shine.
How just could cleave the world so fine! 
How black and white divide the day.
 
How bright the line
made sense in play.

How fair, that we 
could see it plain.

Now we've grown up. 
It's just the same. 

Since all between the lines we find
all shades of gray look white or black
depending on the light we play.
Obliterate! Or turn one's back.
Avert both eyes, and call it gone.

So that's a wrap. For every dark is
just a dawn, eventually you'll see 
how long.  

There's no shade too complex
to see it all the way, or not at all.
Our innocence will never lack. 
We've all gone home. We had to 

take our ball.  

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