Poem Without Words

I cannot play the sitar,
Or a dancing fiddler’s tune;
I never flew with Armstrong
To the bright side of the Moon.
My mother, from the other side;
Must feel – she wasted her birth pains;
Will I ever get the chance to say –
And perhaps someday explain?

This road has brought me places,
Some of you could never keep.
For I have often danced with Angels,
While the Gods were fast asleep.

© (Löst Viking) (May) 2015) John Anthony Fingleton

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