The bad news is
you're not one
of
God's little ponies
or an old hit
on the radio.
You'll never be
a clever trick
that they drag out
at parties.
The sun will never
come from you.
I'm sorry that I have
to be the one
to tell you,
but it's a short ride
and it's a fast one.
For those of you
with aspirations —
aspire. But you,
you the one in the back
looking decidedly
sick at heart:
that feeling that you're feeling
is right on the money.
You'll never be one
of Heaven's shiny pennies
now.
