Elderly, midwestern wives Write books With sensibly inspiring titles on how Some car crash, horrendous disease, Or financial ruin, though it looks Sort of awful, gives meaning to life, so that now They can see—really see— God’s plan, where before They were merely content with their lives. And what’s more, All their readers dutifully state Things like “I always keep it close by! Every page that I open just knocks off my socks! Example on page 83: ‘God only talks To us when we feel low enough That we are willing to listen.’ Just great!” And what do these Readers think of my Stuff? Most of my poems are trash, they complain, just like this one.
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