It seems I’ve misplaced my protection today.
Tomorrow, yester-years, later embryos’ quieted by invisibility, zero-egg tolerance, miserably.
Wait….They’re under the table.
Inside a carton, sealed by my stupidity.
So up and down I go!
To the sky, and bound below!
And red roses relinquish rainbows, but I’m drowning?
Let one score survive, with assurance assured assuredly.
Unless my babe vanished, and white tears fall endlessly.
Tumbling waters, bravehearts’ coil time with waves so kind.
Little bitty brother, spill until it shines!
Before time is called….Again…..Once more.
Don’t forget me….I’ll wait near the shadowy pines.
Robert Alexander Deason Peace
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