March 1987

 

I know not what

thoughts your mind controls

as you sit in your

room, rocking in an

old chair

smiling

 

your concern for me

turns to

my concern for you

and we both are just

true to our concern

we both have devils

the devils that ail me

are strange

to the devils that ail you

yet both are devils

and not of God

only our concern is that

 

they may

they may not

succeed, these

devils tangled deep

it’s up to us

to you

to me

and God

 

all that stands

between us

is us