469 What did you expect? Dec. 2012

Posted on March 11, 2016 by Ken Greenman

What did you expect, Mary Todd,
when you met him,
gangling spinner of Truths?
Your blue eyes sparkled
as he breathed wrath.
How could you have known that
they who stand to close to glory
are driven into the fog of madness,
only refuge for those scorched
by epiphany not their own?
In his consuming quest for freedom,
where else could you breathe but imprisoned
behind the bars forged in the fires
of your own slavery?

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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