Repay the Debt of Old
Yes the
wheel still turns,
and we feel the bite
....another time
and yet we might,
repay the debt of
old....
Great Grandaddy had
a sister sure,
who was my wifes'
Ancestor,
did time together,
children bore,
and the dice was
surely rolled,
perhaps we have to
do our time,
with mismatched
partners in the
crime,
the balance stick
begins to chime,
times up, a bell is
tolled?
The dice is surely
rolled,
chance meeting's
surely gold,
the hungry eyes seek
2 enfold,
wheel a turning for
the soul,
the next event is
waiting,
still waiting 2
behold...
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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