The wish of an if Is a backwards future; Beyond the moment’s present use The grand seducer is seduced. 5 If in plain vagaries I am vain, In rich reality I’m just me. Forgive me, listeners If this mothering infant tongue Offends your sense: 10 Life is my only defense.
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.