poetry by j matthew waters

three thirty in the morning

I awoke from a dream and
asked the good lord
is this all there is for me

how it seems I’ve failed
at giving and forgiving
nurturing and teaching

what does it all mean
this thing called love
inclusive to the fortunate
but elusive to those who need it most

why do they shun it
why do they turn the other way

how the sun shines upon every
living soul
giving power to some
and taking away everything
especially to those
unable to take care of themselves

july two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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