Independence Day
By ice rivers
Tue, 04 Jul 2017
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Each time I stand to raise my head in prayer
I’m conscious of the whirlpool over there.
Each time into the looking glass I gaze,
I see a spirit squinting at my face.
With every line or lyric I complete
I’m thankful for the shoes upon my feet.
That keep me floating just above the storm
Safe at home within my human form
And free to share my independent views
Which may alarm, benumb, stun or amuse.
Six decades push me past the paint of stripes
So mark me with the senior cit’zen types.
With prosperity packed upon my frame
And tombstone roses sweetening my name.
The bridges behind mercifully destroyed,
I have only blind obedience to avoid.
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