The Salesman's Ruse

11-11-10

Flowers dispersed in silence

The petals shed their color

An orphan of circumstance

Fed leftover scraps on the floor

Mother never warned of the rain

She led him to believe in daylight

Father only shared his disdain

For things that go bump in the night

 

A pine box soaked in Carolina rain

Secured by rusted nails

Those who ignore the pain

Are the ones doomed to fail

Teachers never instructed him

The great salesman's ruse

God could have protected him

If he still had life to lose