Sheep's Clothing

That year they wrenched my moorings from the race,
   Distractedly, I scarce knew where to put my head
For comfort. And to hide the pain, I laughed, perhaps
   Too loud. No doubt too glibly foolish things I said.

But this year all is smooth. My path lies straight ahead.
   Well-lighted. When I turn, I know just where I'll go.
And now I oft invent a phrase to make you think my
life
   Contains a little bit of interesting woe.

^__Margaret E. Haughawout.

Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
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(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)