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poetry by lou sid linesman - on life, love & politics
Saturday, May 27, 2006
My Sister’s Silver Sixpence
You’ve never tried to take the cowardly compensator’s coin - from the hard-lined face of this stiff and empty palm,
But left me stood to sourly suck and savour - on the silver of the sickness of my slighted slant experience.
Oh, I’ll treasure it, I’ll shine it,
But I’ll never go to spend it,
This forever-to-remind-me of what metal cannot buy,
This token-to-dig-deeper to a gold without a why.
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
