An Old Lesson Reprised
Since a child
I am quiet when the thunder rolls
A but smile
When lightning touches the coals
It's not me
To argue or compete with wrath
Nor could be
Common found in a common path
I learned too
Never to be sure again, for god must
Only true
And surer than all little mortal dust
For how then
Was Adam and with better minds
Than we men
Convinced? Any seeking always finds
Strange this truth
For light is bent where anxiety flows
We are brutes
Who by tales make others into foes.
Forgive me
I can speak comfortably with my friends
I pity
Any who rave with self and need amends.
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