Sunday, November 4, 2012

No Pittance Here

What are we without trust
a sodden ground.... furrowed
with irresponsibility
just a hardened outer crust
filled with decay -
an insipid character

You can wash your hands
and justify your plight
but your soul
a sticky quandary -


Stand with your shoulders straight
watch the distance....
a new horizon - filled with sun
as you have walked a walk
never slumbered, nor need to run
for you are trust -
no pittance here, for you have won
and deserve....... her love.

1 comment:

  1. Like the lines..."You can wash your hands/ and justify your plight/ but your soul/ a sticky quandary -/ remains.
    Nice work indeed.