this way to back

Done it! ( Now fool your daughter, Katherine.)

You’ve got your way, you’ve won your day
and much should you be pleased with.
You’ve spun your tale, chalked up the sale
and many have swallowed the myth.

You’ve beaten the game, used friends to so shame
without harlot’s banner unfurl.
You’ve trampled and lied, from no sin have you shied
nor spouted falsehood too lowly to twirl.

You certainly glow, carnal appetite show,
so tarty and nary a blush.
Old unhappy self, abseiled off some shelf
and down history’s toilet did flush

There’s no looking back, no indulgence to lack
and so hard at your network you’ll toil.
But sooner than later, she’ll cry that you hate her
and away from your lies will recoil.

To Angela, my eight year-old, who literally is putting me to shame.

How are you doing this?

What did I do to deserve you,
your smiling heart and love so true?
Did Him above know how weak I’d be,
so palm me you and gift you me?

Your simple youth our pain belies
as my less robust heart outcries.
My ‘maturer’ world you shame,
while yours implodes in all and name

How is it you did get so strong?
whilst my recovery doth so prolong.
When did you find so courage great,
while wallow I and help do wait ?

How is it you can balance the scales,
while torture I myself with tales?
How do you take within your stride,
while I cry bleeding still inside?