Humbled

to be humbled
by the unexpected gift
of a blessing

is to acknowledge
that the river of luck
is not a servant

as it carries its cargo on eddies
and whirlpools which will shove
crisis and generosity equally well

they weigh the same
and float perfectly in tandem
with each other

to be humbled when the current
gives you its best is to see
that you could easily have received the worst

and then cursing
could have drowned yourself
in the flood

and it would have meant the same
to the river
as the joy you feel right now

so you kneel by the riverside
in the mud on the bank
and say out loud

that you are neither worthy
nor undeserving
but accepting

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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