Some people, you are always on your knees to, <br />inside your being- <br />But they never see it, because you are so forgetful, <br />left-brained, autistic, dysmorphic; <br />You say the worst things at the absolutely wrong time <br /> <br />Or nothing at all, when they're waiting so long, <br />to hear something; anything at all- <br />And then they go away, wounded.. <br /> <br />Just as you are lighting a new candle <br />Before their shrine: <br />There are no old gods to the forever young at heart.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-old-gods/
