A Wet Tale

With the wet and dry Telling tales of death and life To the world of people young and old, The rise and fall of the best and worst Lies in the arms of the weak and strong… When the yearnings of the past and present Look to the future for food and drink We should know that the ups and downs Of our earnest heart becomes a tale told and untold To living children born and unborn… The log of wood in my eyes blurred and clear Ensures I focus on my flaws hidden and known For I have on me my life and death That I see not others living and dying And that my deeds I account for near and far…