Best
Some semblance of a minding hide,
a love, convicting with deride,
from channels overstating pride,
I quiet my thought to listen's chide -
And quietly hearing, lose reside
of badgering from some ego's tried
to faith in truth, not fortune's pried -
resumption of ambition's ride.
As best would give, give thee aside
some faint adjourn, if it could stride
away from clamor's endless bide -
I fade contentions for confide.
As best would have one moment shied,
I turn my life around, denied
that thee might win accusing's lied
and know true self - thy besting's plied!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2005
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