If I had a penny for every promise broken
be a millionaire by now-you never keep your vows
not even the ones you made in front of that all
knowing etherous tyrant you believe in.
You know me, not the one to hold grudges
continue regardless, trooping through mud soup
without my boots wishing you won’t promise
the kids the earth on a rope like a helium balloon
they can drag behind them for a while and then get
bored and let it fly to the havens.
Don’t you understand that they’re too young to get
the shit you spout? They don’t care about
money, materialism, game playing between you and I
all they want is a cuddle, to be sheltered and feel loved
don’t you get that?
So while you continue offering them holidays abroad
that never quite surface, or a day in legoland or
some theme park that never quite goes to plan;
just think in a few years time how keenly they’ll
actually feel the sense of loss when you let them down
again, and again and again.
I’ll remember, because I was there picking up the pieces.
A prose poem for today 🙂