The Smiting

Sometimes the fables of our youth
that mothers oft repeat
still come to mind in adult lives
to punish our deceit.

"May lightning strike me as I stand,"
is said to cover lies,
beware, the smiting might occur
before you can revise.

A bolt descends from black of storm,
enforcing breach of trust,
we rarely know the smitten ones,
unless, alas, it's us.

Published in "Aspects Long Forgotten" and "Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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