Life in the shadow of the pyramid had grown very hard.
I could no longer live with my fears.
I left my house in search of a burning bush like a bard.
Passing beneath the sickle moon,
My sadness fell like tears,
An alien parted the sea for me to walk with the fishes,
And suddenly, my sad face was replaced with a smile;
I was free at last, free at last to do my dishes.☺
“Free at last” by
Jerry E Smith
©7/9/17