Secrets

The clown put on his makeup
and his wig
smile bright red and his shoes
too big
He was crazy but nobody asked why
because of that twinkle in his eye.

You cannot make a good cup of coffee
from dried-up old beans
you cannot make a guitar sing
with year-old strings
can’t read the sky in the dark of the night
or read the future without that secret light.

The farmer and the hobo sat
down by the river
to split a sandwich and wonder
how they ever
survived the bad times until the good
times came bubbling up out of dry ground.

The younger generation took
what they were given
thinking reality was only
what happened
Then they had children and realized
the secrets that twinkle between the eyes.

You cannot make a good cup of coffee
from dried-up old beans
you cannot make a guitar sing
with year-old strings
can’t read the sky in the dark of the night
or read the future without that secret light.

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About mrsorenson

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