the world we know is more than just a game
but who can play becomes more than a man
or woman but if we each human scan
we do not find in each a heart of shame
to honour and to prize an honest name
and not let decency come under ban
that's in the end the truest sort of plan
to light in normal hearts the open flame
so that the light will issue from each eye
to guide the ones who walk on wobbly feet
straight on the pathway to the friendly gate
we watch all this beneath a fading sky
not knowing when again with friends we meet
but still secure and happy in our state
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
18 December 2007
only one heart
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