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…
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