Pouring the Whine

 

Back in the day
when happy go lucky me
still rolled in a spiritual way
I faithfully subscribed
to the pious bromide
to hate the sin
but love the sinner..

Clinging to the cliched belief
that the power of forgiveness
would lead to redemption eventually..

God was I naive..

And thus I now live cynically..

A bitter old man

existing is this Age of Suspicion..

Bubble wrapped in skepticism..

Always moving cautiously

through my mind field of trust issues..

I do take a twisted degree of solace

(tinged with spasms of sadness)

that I finally get to ride

with the grievance majority side

I formerly use to deride

back in my former innocence..

Now I am one of those twisted creatures

forever shaking our fists at the clouds

destined to rain down disappointment

on our unfulfilled lives..

For cynicism is indeed

a self fulfilling prophecy