A Fool At My Door
A Fool At My Door
There's a fool standing by my door,
He stands strong and wants me for more.
He seems to be that keeper of my fate,
Standing there like an iron gate.
"Oh Yea," its pride and greed I see,
For I've lived those lives strong and free.
And now its shame and lust,
For they too have guided my trust.
When will I learn this is me,
Or is it that truth is a reality.
So when I realize that this fool can,
Realize the shame of himself and stand.
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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