his secret word


his secret word

he couldn’t keep his word
it flew around like a bird

promises, money, and friends
were to him beating wings

and I really liked this guy 
but he wasn’t a child I couldn’t try 

to convince him to act 
with the decency

he expected of me

so I hope one day he will learn 
but I really don’t have the time 

to do more than write this poem

as the world’s demands are endless

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