Trust Poem by John Shea

A word on my desk with dust
enough to leave some rust

Just a little dust on the table of our life
trust is just another word for little white lies

I remember the bliss of love
But also of lust

Given in faith for trust
Thrown away on a desk full of dust.

on a promissory note so clear
Even evil could not endear

so wrong my dear
you are dancing in heaven
while I am stuck here in hell

angels tell me of your bliss
your trust and mine
I do miss.