Candle Sticks
Who's the riddler that some call God,
The jokester that some call Lord?
The enigma in everyone's mind...
That's way to much to try to absorb?
It's all of this, and all of Time...
And can even be seen by the troubled blind.
It's fear of Living;
Knowing it won't last.
And it's comfort to a dying man.
It's all that's now from Future's past...
The author of the Great Plan...
A little book with a lot to say,
Written in the palm of the hand!
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