Did you waste your life
just making money
Did you eat the bread
and not the honey
Did you sell your soul
as your children watched
Was your heart left cold
in a tinderbox
Were your excuses rich
and your reasons poor
Did you wake up full
and still ask for more
Were your blessings shunned,
as you scratched and clawed
Saying: “No harm done,
I never broke the law”
Were your teeth all straightened
and your motives bent
Were your eyes detached
from what heaven sent
Were your memories lost
in some dead refrain
As a lonely footnote
to another’s name
If you had one chance
to re-right these wrongs
Would you hide in silence
or break out in song
With your soul imprisoned,
the choice is clear
All joy awaits
—redemption near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
An Anthology Of Perception 