Morality

Written by: Mark Norton

 Morality 


Came the sound of our quiet tread,
Along this course in silent steps,
When all those lies once spoke are true
But still are left to slip away,
While expressions heard are born to thee
Regretful bides our memory,
As days alone too swiftly fly 
Blessed by there own morality

Give praise to those immortal few 
For they walk with uncertain step,
And expressions of the words and deeds
Slip into those of senseless folly.
More idle sound the silent steps
When sadness bore its own intent,
Like a voice recalled long ago
Speaking of its own morality

                             By m.norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca