Moon Baby Poetry 2001 - 2005

The Watershed

The Watershed

A poem about something that happened November 14, 1995

The last to know, the last to learn
Time has passed, those bridges burned
Finding faith to light the path
You apologize, I show you wrath

Moons wane and then they wax
Habits bend and still we pay the tax
Buffer zone is lost one fateful day
Do you ever mean a single word you say?

Forgiveness is, they say, divine,
Trample me still, I draw the line
For Irish temper may rest and lie asleep
Fire up and rouse an enemy to keep

Still you think I will forbear and smile
Only an observer now I wait awhile
Snake in the grass, I know you now you see
Never again my friend, will you fool me.