What more can one do
To get that nail down to the wood
With one blow?
The crooked piece of metal
Twitted my brain
For not having the sense
To task a stronger son in tow
or favor equipment the job dispense
And there it was, daunting,
This mocking nail before me.

Walking thru our daily grind
Godlings thru the core
From birth to bloom to wrinkle
We straighten a tie, We right a few,
we wrong so much more.

I come to your sickbed probing
No more the maiden smiles I knew
The vines you loved to bough
Exchanged with intravenous lines ,
Machines that propped you as a scarecrow
Commanding your breath on cue

In your longing gaze I saw
A Life well-spent in cheers
And the wisdom of your thoughts
To “Let go…Let go..”
Flowing out with your tears.

Stumbling Toddler,Foolhardy Kiss
Even by the time we set,
We miss, we miss
‘Neath melted ice, comes no surprise
Reminding us the score
Our frailty bleeds without a fight
When ever was it right ?
What was all Perfection for?

So let this taunting nailhead
Mock away with glee
It’ll hold the wood for years to come
Though bent for all to see