Sunday, January 25, 2015

A different kind

 Separate
 From the others
 the ones who
wear that smile
stare at a time clock
no bumps or bruises
hands are clean
while the others work
they watch
from a wicker throne
a perfect life
but they cry alone
Separate
The two kinds
both of skin
one pretends
the other
callused
from within
Separate

Copyright © 2015 Christopher Lynn Lane

 

2 comments:

  1. I really like this. Enjoying reading your poetry. Thanks for following my site as well.

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  2. Cole, thanks! Glad you stopped by. I enjoyed your page too. Take care

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