Motherfull

Motherfull

Oh the deprived and how they cower from love
accuse me of being unfortunate
The overindulged
how their bragging echoes a session of dry reaching

Nurturing of a man´s ego foreign to me
Bitter eyes call attention prohibiting my solitude
A gift surely refused
A life surely begging for the sunlight of a good woman

An old sun walks with semi joy in full circles
Along the abandoned roads the treeless fields
Heaven tucked away in some distant blessed forest
Bitter eyes will never see the very earth is her

  and blessed by that