Lord help me…
It’s writing time and I’ve been challenged to write a modern sonnet. Wish me luck…
Haikus don’t need to rhyme;
Tupac has more flow than all these kids
Trying to win me over to letting them go.
Soon enough those little birds
Will crack their wings on the whirlwinds
Spinning right round
Pushing up to down
What’ll happen when reality bites back
And they come running home
Tails between their legs
Life reminding them to ask for grace
Teaching them the hard way respect is earned?
Common courtesy builds bridges;
Compassion builds communities.