I was promised more than this, I’m certain.
Go to church, stay in school, wash behind your ears!
Keep it shut, listen to me, there’s a good boy, because I said so!
But these tropes are all a debtor’s bargain, a fool’s bet—
the carrot and stick that was a spot of ease,
a moment of repose, with years yet left to fade away:
heart and hope, a hand to hold and no one left wanting.
All the talking, would, I thought, have been done by now,
the lessons heard, their wisdom learned and everyone’s pride earned.
I bought it all, I sold it all and am ashamed to say that I wanted it all.
Surely that counts now, for something.
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