At These Times
To adhere to any subservience,
i kindle the whispers in my head.
To juxtapose my beliefs with the worlds,
i sit back and savor a frigid beer.
It is at these times that stately minds
conceive the grandest of offenses.
The expansion of one’s own apreciation;
in search of richer wisdom.
By Desi E. Sherman
11/17/2012
Copyright © David Sherman | Year Posted 2019
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