Thursday’s Child
by Elena Karis, September 4, 2017
The path bends, twists and forks
Darkness, shadows and barren trees taunt me as I walk down this archaic lane
Specters of the past remind me of my recent transgressions
I know now there is no mercy and no comfort for the selections I made.
Walking in darkness, grave stones obscure
What feats then brought me to this time and place?
A faint glimmer of hope pushes me onward
Craving to be in a place of acceptance and love -
Sunshine and daisies.
Tsk, tsk, tsk says a dark cloaked figure
Though fair of face, as it pointed a finger
Thursday’s child has far to go.
So I followed each, bended and twisted and forked paths,
Time and yet again and in different directions.
Every time to hear the insidious words
Tsk, tsk, tsk says a dark cloaked figure
Though fair of face, as it pointed a finger
Thursday’s child has far to go.
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