a moment more and we shall pierce the murk
to find ourselves so far from well-known shore
yet all we have for safety is our work
in harsher hand we have to fear the dirk
that comes at last to stab each to the core
a moment more and we shall pierce the murk
not one of us who force would dare to shirk
others at times might utter a loud snore
yet all we have for safety is our work
these are strange climes and we could go berserk
if asked what lies beyond the golden door
a moment more and we shall pierce the murk
it is not fair to see you nod and smirk
since we alone have added to your store
yet all we have for safety is our work
only a fool would think it an odd quirk
that at the end we stoop to keeping score
a moment more and we shall pierce the murk
yet all we have for safety is our work
13 September 2008
in no home garden
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