Paying Your Dues

 The sun shining on high,
swamp grass tall as your thigh.
Cypress knees slime with moss,
listen, listen, what the cost?

Leave me be, go away,
If you pray, you're prey.

High noon, a stillness here,
frowning, there is no cheer.
Stagnant bayou called Blue,
at last it’s paid it's dues.

If you stay, you will die,
So sorry, say goodbye.

It's not the midnight hour,
or nighttime's death so sour.
It's the truth of daytime,
lighting up all your crimes.

Your sins of black midnight,
now have you so contrite.

If you rush, you can leave,
and postpone 'til winters' eve.
If you go, and you must,
unto yourself please trust.

Another chance is yours,
so that you may be cured.

Take stock of life gone by,
smile, look it in the eye.
Be honest with the world,
No matter what it hurls.

Quixotic, this is not,
Just your life's lasting plot.

Find your id, give it room,
do not wear a costume.
Oh, do not waste this chance,
your soiled soul to enhance.

Remember what you've done,
those burnt bridges you shun.

Isn't life wonderful,
devoid of all the bull?
Aren't you glad you are you,
and your soul is renewed?

Think of this as a dream,
To bolster your esteem.

©December 19, 2016 - Jerry Pat Bolton