Caring
If caring were the bounties truth
then all the effort I could use
and too, the pain that sees me through
of this known struggle's strained aloof
from my demeanor, is it proof?
Oh Caring, is my heart behind
while my hands pace another line,
is it the poem, or the define
so caring is betwixt consign
and thereby gives me broached consign!
So tempered with its hardness foil,
I rise and fall, do lose my mind
and of contempt, am muddied soil,
Oh caring's thrust, what foolish bind
does wile away my nature's kind!
What matters lest, what else to find,
the goal "injustice" treat as mine
the awesome truth so intertwined,
I swallow or reject resigned,
Oh caring, follow up remind!
That I am swearing, roughness tined
to meet contrary . . . not as wined!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2007
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