On a platter of gold

I threw my infant heart..
To the weeping wind..
Watched the daffodils of the field..
Grew and yield..
I planted good deed..
And yet reaped thorns and weed..
On a platter of gold..

On a platter of gold..
I Got hate and disdain..
Trying to endure marital pain..
I got swells and bruises..
And watched pain rain down my helpless body..

On a platter of gold..
I threaded a road..
Old..
With scars of infidelity..
And now my infant bastards..
Are asking questions of paternity..

On a platter of gold..
I bought stupidity..
With my curiosity..

On a platter of gold..
I've filled my soul..
With obscurity..
And chamelioned into a nonentity..

On a platter of Gold..
I stabbed my dreams..

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