Nov 122010
 

I remember once  a birthday when I cried,
about the cheers of ragged parents
pressing hope as all the prizes lied,

I remember once a birthday when I cried,
and broke the ragged hope of those
who struggled to provide,

I remember once a birthday when  I woke
to seamless jeans and pleasure spoken
and then proven by the silver tongue,

And underneath a spreading tree
that through the window took a look
and through the winter sunlight, shook.

I remember once a birthday when  I woke.

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