A POOR MAN'S LOVE POEM
You once accused me of stealing from us.
Peter robbing Paul to pay Peter and Paul? I ask.
Your thrust is unjust. Ive been fishing.
Simon said
He found a coin in a miracle fishs mouth worth
Twice the temple tax.
Ill wait for Dawn and, the Dawn, it shall come, when
The rod and the reel, upon rows of cast steel, first feel the fish tug as real.
Then, like the fish pot with gold coins and seaweed, stirred and stewed,
Your meddling, muddling mind has melded with mine.
Where the water is fine, and the peaches divine
With chocolaty wine and yoga mat spine,
Ill teach Peter to lend and Paul to spend
All the days of our lives in a world without end,
And the bells will all peal
For the fish tug is real!
Joy is almond.
Amen.