Life Alone In One Skin? Poem by Krakatoa Kritic 007

It's a struggle for some, life alone in one skin,
(that confuses the best!) What's it mean then to win
if a victory's rote, like a verse memorized
with an audience pared down (to one authorized) ?
To give ‘Clap' to oneself rings of social disease.
Can the right warm left hand of life swinging in trees
or a rhyme sound as sweet that lacks musical heat?

Hear my song of four eyes, two that watch while I drink.
Two that work while I'm ill, that show grace when I think!
Two that flow with life's seasons, resisting pain's plight!
Who can blame me (my hope is, I sweeten their night) ?
So as rhyme that might miss (as a chord less than true) ,
may love find, in God's will, love less distant from you
and life's chocolate flavors a bittersweet treat!


Krakatoa Kritic #007
February 14,2022