Baby With the Bathwater
Looking back I only see
The good and bad that happened to me.
Mostly good but untold bad
Are memories swarming round my head.
I don’t know how to shoo away
All the flies I see today.
Such little pests they seem to be
These many memories are to me.
Sometimes I wish I could forget
The pins and needles that I felt
When fallen lovers did offend
And pointed actions did embed
A long steel shaft within my back
Like poison in my apple jacks.
One little mouthful I remember
Did set to tremble all my members.
And anger rose, too much, too quick
I wanted to hit them with a stick.
But then alas I ceased to fester.
All those flaming, poisonous embers.
And soon did learn a valued lesson
Of the beauty fate had rendered.
Oh what joy was knit together
The love, the beauty shared, remembered
What wonders filled my hearts agenda
How could I throw away one member
One kiss, one hug, one moments splendor;
Could I betray one blissful treasure.
To throw a way a bit of cash
To eliminate the evening trash.
Or lose one child within the mix
Of clouded water and stench of p*ss.
To mow a rose to cut the grass
Which thickly covers all my past
To separate what’s good from bad.
Do I really eliminate the mass
Of lessons grafted, nurtured, cherished?
Just to rid one ugly blemish
Which planted itself among the trellis
Where grace hath placed such brilliant foliage.
,
And engraved upon each port, each frontal
And framed and plastered a glorious message?
So when in doubt. Don’t fret, don’t falter
Don’t throw the child out with the water.
Caress the good thoughts --Embrace the bad
The seemingly hurtful and the sad.
Conceal they do a valued blessing
Which soon imbues with untold treasures.
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Submitted on January 11, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABC DDAA XXXC XXEF GGEF XHEH XEEE IIXA JXBJXXXX XXEE BBXF |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,639 |
Words | 308 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 13, 4 |
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