by Glen Martin Fitch
You fail a test
and then ask me to cheat.
If only WHAT?
You pray for sun or rain.
Most times you think
you call on me in vain.
I know your strife.
No, Death's not my deceit.
I'm here for you.
I know what life demands.
But comets, quakes and floods
are not my flaws,
'Cause gravity and time
have their own laws.
So at the curb look twice
and wash your hands.
Your spouse, you job
are always on your mind.
I'll hear to your woes
but try this:
stop some time and listen.
Love and courage
you will find.
Life isn't fair
but life can be sublime.
So don't blame me for war
or dirty tricks.
Shut up.
The mess you make
is yours to fix.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011