Wisdom By Robert Donohue

Wisdom
  
They will pretend to be enlightened ones
But all the old conspiracies come first.
They do not care if your illusions burst
Because a victim helplessly succumbs.
The grief you feel, that terrifies or numbs,
Remains unknown to them; they feel, at worst,
Deserving of ice cream, or maybe thirst
For ginger ale, deep as this feeling runs.
  
Yet even if they cannot get their treat
They breathe; down to the bottom of their feet
Their breath comes rushing in and out and through,
Its rise and fall sufficient and complete.
They are sustained by what is given you,
So breathe, there’s nothing else you need to do 

Robert Donohue’s Poetry has appeared in The Raintown Review, Better Than Starbucks, The Ekphrastic Review, among others. He lives on Long Island NY.

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