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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We find the path through the maze Traveled through centuries of haze Rejecting and believing scriptural descriptions Displayed in stone, some in inscriptions Drained down the hour glass To the end of days Finding the shocking Or what some will amaze Some are brought eyes ablaze Other fought with piteous gaze Cruelty to some to others very kind Evidence of goodness the heart denies Eating the fruit Throwing the poor the rind We wonder to what end Does this behavior bind The cruelty unmeasured That boggles the mind Is there an end For those with no spine The speechless ignoring The victims of crime The ignorant unknowing The signs of the times The seconds, minutes, hours, days Each a step of which we climb Gamblers giving spin the time Scientist waiting for test to unwind Fools not watching for the chance to rewind The indifferent only giving a glance To what some would call divine Some never asking To what do we owe the time Is there a cost Or some reward in wine A special place for the rich to decline That rare experience where only the rich can dine And leaving for the poor Those things only costing a dime And in these things they find reasons to grin Throwing consideration and caution Into the wind The laws of life their wills to bend Because after all they’re what they call akin Give only to the loyal and faithful friends Control their interest, thoughts and intends Being what they suffer, seeing what it rends Hiding the unconfessed They never call it sin To the youthful it’s just the passage of days And only the old see the light at the end of the maze What's coming or ending As we turn the page A brand new beginning Or a price to be paid
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