Into each life/ Daddy would say/ and I would answer some rain must fall/ thanks to Ella and the Ink Spots/ for the wisdom of the ages/ not happy wisdom/ placating wisdom/ for sale elsewhere/ not of that ilk/ like the wheat and tares /growing up together/ like Que Sera Sera/ another saying oft told/Whatever will be/ will be/ the wisdom of my aging/ comes back to me/ straightens my backbone to face the odds/ the words of the song quoted with shake of head/ and loving eyes/ living on in me

Things get torn open guts spilled out before they can be put together in order one such box reminded me of the tree we waited in agony to see it seemed the only point of agreement they had was secrecy then it burst into sight all the light and dangling sweet ornaments they fall into my hand one by one with a tender weight and make me wish for a frenzied burst of activity although it will never…

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Things get torn open

guts spilled out

before they can be put together

in order

one such box

reminded me of the tree

we waited in agony to see

it seemed the only point of agreement

they had

was secrecy

then it burst into sight

all the light and dangling sweet

ornaments

they fall into my hand

one by one

with a tender weight

and make me wish

for a frenzied burst of activity

although it will never bring

that magic

just a secret linkage

to some distant lineage

of joy