givers and takers
the mismatched weight-bearers
on this capsized fulcrum of a seesaw
called life
takers survive each fall
intact
the thin-skinned
collect their pieces
to save face
again
and again
knowing
they will never get this game
for its lopsided lever
has been cast over them
at the onset of time
by those
who entitled
their selves
the immortal seats
the winners…
do take it all
Period.
© hülya n. yılmaz, 9.2.2016
Wow. How true this can be!
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I have been on both sides, my dearest Kathy but more on the one side you know about the best. And therefore we understand one another too well, don’t we?
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so true!
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Also guilty as charged, dear one…(I am, that is)
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Period…! Well aside from my overall reaction to this excellent poem, it has the aspect of it being nothing less than categorical, in the finality that suggest definite closure. Worthy council to follow indeed.
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You are reading me with an understanding from such a level of depth, dear friend, that every time I receive a comment from you it is to me, as were I to see my poems or “Eternalist Notions” for the first time. And, I am at a loss of words to express my gratitude to you.
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