Wednesday, September 19, 2012

God the Persistent

I closed up the curtains
And covered my eyes
I ran to the basement
And to my surprise
The light of the day
Had just followed me there
Shining so bright
That I started to stare
"What in the world
Are you trying to do?
Surely you know
That I don't believe you"
Thus did I talk
To the one I thought myth.

He just replied
With considerable pith,
"Whine if you like
And run far away
Like it or leave it
I'm here to stay.
So get with the program
Or screw it up more
Go be creative
Or just be a bore.
Sooner or later
You will know with precision
That you are my son and I've made my decision."

2 comments:

Jack said...

Quite enjoyable, nicely rhymed. The longer work worked.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Thanks. I usually go for short poems as life is... full. But it's nice to try to push it a few lines more.