Thursday, September 1, 2011

1950s SMALL TOWN LIFE/ UNTITLED POEM/




I can not see yet
Right and Wrong
As Black and White
Identities.
For I have known
The sin of one
Whose very
True propensities
Were good and
Right and true
And tall
And stood as
If they could not
Fall
As mine have done
And will do yet.
I cannot help
But feel the net
Of Goodness
Has some major flaws.
Whose right to
Set up Moral Laws
For me to follow?
Or to break?
I cannot, in my concepts,
Take
That as True,
For mortals yet
Have much to do,
To weave the Net
Into a flawless cloth.


Susan J. Skinner

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