Still Friends
Still Friends
July 16, 2015
Before retiring for the night.
I used to turn women’s heads
But no one looks twice at a middle-aged priest.
Since I took the collar
Countless friends
Have one by one disappeared;
My name, I imagine
Invoked less and less
Amidst the closed pockets of open society
But when invoked
Invoked with a marked increase of
Piteous contempt.
Had I seen then what I see now
I would not have tried so hard to be esteemed!
Still friends, I suppose
All of them
Who have thus given me this freedom.
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