Padre Bob
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Padre Bob
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DREAM
WORLD A
World with a Simpler Scheme I
write this poem by the light of day
About
the life that I live by night When
skulking shadows sinister gray Come
down to coerce away the light.
Closing
weary eyes, I travel on
Off
to somewhere past or yet to come Until
the emergence of the dawn
Bids
me back again and I succumb
This
other abode to which I go
{At
least I think that I am the one
It
resembles me but I don’t know
Sometimes
I’m more like my dad or son}
This
other abode, a nether world Though
dreadfully similar in kind
Somehow
distorted, twisted, and twirled
Sometimes
refined, and sometimes maligned
Perhaps,
I am writing in a dream About
a life that is so complex I
need a place with a simple scheme
To
escape what actual life rejects
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