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The Monocle

The Monocle

By Kurt Frazier Sr.

Whose monocle is that? Oh, I know.

Its owner is quite unsettled though.

It really is a tale called woe.

I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his monocle a shake.

And sobs until the tears forsake.

The only other sound’s the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The monocle is antique, broken and deep.

Alas, he has promises to keep.

Until then he shall not sleep,

He lies beneath ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,

With thoughts of sadness in his head.

He idolizes being led,

To a land where dwells no dread.

Copyright © Kurt Frazier Sr. 2019


Christian father, grandfather, teacher, author. Everyday we live our lives by faith. The question is this; Who or what is the object of our faith? I chose to put my faith in Jesus Christ on September 10, 2000. Since then my life has not been the same. There have been mountain top days as well as days spent in the valleys of life, but each of those days my Lord has carried me through. I am assured that God is for me. Psalm 56:9 When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me. So, whatever you are facing today, you can have this confidence in the LORD. He is for you.

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