It Is Most Fortunate Chapter Seven
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A.N. If I am not careful, this note will be longer than the two short following 'poems' . . .
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My Golden Boy (T/R)
He is my golden boy.
The sun warms his skin; tans him beautifully.
My greedy eyes watch him move, devouring his form.
The sun tries to outshine him, glinting off the waves.
It fails for he is the only one alive for me.
My golden Trip.
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No Other Question (A Malcolm Drabble)
My counselor has learned many things about me.
Why I am afraid to trust – others, myself – though
I try so hard to be trustworthy for others.
To show my love through service, to honor life.
One day I will ask my Maker, "Have I done good?"
There is no other question.
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