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