Tis said that easily woe finds its way
to gravitate towards a kindred wound
and, found, rejoices in the unity
of heretofore strangers joined by pity
they could not have felt for neither self nor
company. Exchanging disappointments
never had a worthier diversion
until shared by innocent retelling
of the past that crisscrossed perceived failures
with surprised delight. Who best to render
judgment without bias but whose values
have been shot as never to amount as
hot. How odd that in the analysis
of standards their audience took for granted
their simplicity because parochial
and clad in iron disciplinary
gut. They even now have time to banter
and laugh as they look back. The eccentric
were not they. They did not only beg to
differ. They knew their conscience better than
dictated will as well. They chose the path
the others eschewed as unpopular
because unique. And trodden by those who,
like them, have certitude egged on by faith.
So let them catcall, crow and even curse
behind their front more than the meaner back.
There is no prayer for a mirror that
reflects only the synonym of wrath.
by Abraham dela Torre
