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Time was an option I did not realise,
As I stood by the ocean,
As I gazed in your eyes.
As I drank down sweet water 
And the children ran by,
As I bought me a bargain,
I did not see the signs.
Not to try to live right or be one of the wise,
These are things of great moment
In the deep astral tide.
When the woman of wanting 
And the man of despair
In a loss of good reason 
To grief make repair.
And the folly of logic
And the labour of doubt
In the chasm of eternity doesn’t merit a shout.
As they make straight the furrow
Not the one on their brow
And do ponder the reason
Of why, when and how?
How to chasten your neighbour,
Or tell him what’s right!
That should make your feel valued
Though I doubt that quite.
So the people of destiny give it their all
As they smooth down their shirt fronts
In the crooked town hall
Like their traffic attendants they all know the rules
One for the makers and one for the fools.
And guess who will be paying
To keep the words on the page
Yet as are rules to the makers
So are words to the sage
To bring comfort to people
To assuage the real grief
Forget times plus = elevated position
There’s good truth on the street.

© Joe Maverick 11-05-2010

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