In Debra's Kitchen - Selected Poems by Debra Lee Cathcart
what drove him to her, is what's driving
me insane.I hurried down the corridor
looking for that exit lane.
The door was barred,so then I turned
to see him right before my eyes.
Come with me, you long, lost child, I'm
someone who will listen to your cries.
Come with me on this short ride
and I'll show you the other side.
The side where money and where fame
Will make you want to go back again.
I followed him down that long, dark hall
Compelled, somehow by some great call
To be in the presence of a prophet, who
said what he sang and surely knew of it.
That times are tough and getting worse,
how we should escape this growing curse
of greed for profit, then pass the blame.
It's not the way to clear your name.
In two short nights he said he'd teach
what seemed to me beyond my reach.
And what I learned in such short time
I said I'd always keep in mind.
I'll remember always what he said,
and mother to create our life.
We parted ways and then I'd sleep to
wake from thoughts so far and deep.
That what I dreamt, or so it seemed
I know that I will be redeemed