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
I really like this. Enjoying reading your poetry. Thanks for following my site as well.
ReplyDeleteCole, thanks! Glad you stopped by. I enjoyed your page too. Take care
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