Morality

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