THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR GIVING HERE AT ALL

Oh Henry stands

He's trying to hold on to something

Sketching out life plans

But the time the space the people

Are spilling like the sands

Running twixt his fingers

Abandoning his hands

Oh Henry stands

Mother called him idiot because the dishes wouldn’t fit

As she commands

Him to mop up the tears he cried to leave his every wish denied

Until her every thoughts complied to

Oh Henry doll-face let's remind you

Again of the time in middle school when

You broke another stupid rule and

Mother felt so sad.

Henry darling Henry dearest why don’t you feel bad?

Don't you feel indebted for all you’ve ever had?

So Henry stands

His eyes are dry of tears because he's learned throughout the years the cause of crying is a fearsome one and he shouldn't have to fear someone who never changes never grows to see the things that Henry knows to be true about life

suppose that Henry doesn't know a thing at all

Good thing he's leaving home this coming fall.

Perhaps he's worth forgiving after all.

There’s nothing left for giving here at all.