Your bliss is not my bliss <br />and yet perhaps <br />if I tell you my bliss <br />there may be a place <br />where we can meet <br />beyond words <br /> <br />My father <br />used to meet that small him <br />who was me <br />every afternoon from school <br />in the green park across from School <br />he had no job then, <br />it got him out of the house <br /> <br />One day <br />which lives in bliss <br />he had this tiny <br />black and white bundle <br />straining on a new brown leather leash <br />overjoyed to see me <br />though we'd never met<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-offering-of-bliss-to-you/
