The Lesson You've Got
to learn is the someday you'll someday stagger to, blinking in cold light, all tears
shed, ready to poke your bovine head in the yoke they've shaped.
Everyone learns this. Born, everyone
breathes, pays tax, plants dead
and hurts galore. There's grief enough for each. My mother
learned by moving man to man,
outlived them all. The parched earth's
bare {once she leaves it} of any who watched the instants I trod it.
Other than myself, of course.
I've made a study of bearing
and forbearance. Everyone does, it turns out, and note
those faces passing by: Not one's a god.
to learn is the someday you'll someday stagger to, blinking in cold light, all tears
shed, ready to poke your bovine head in the yoke they've shaped.
Everyone learns this. Born, everyone
breathes, pays tax, plants dead
and hurts galore. There's grief enough for each. My mother
learned by moving man to man,
outlived them all. The parched earth's
bare {once she leaves it} of any who watched the instants I trod it.
Other than myself, of course.
I've made a study of bearing
and forbearance. Everyone does, it turns out, and note
those faces passing by: Not one's a god.
( Mary Karr )
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