Coursed In Stone
You have money in the bank,
but you’ll never be rich
With the power to buy and sell
though yourself disowned
Those things today and then tomorrow,
their weight crushes in upon you
A legacy doomed as rock by rock
—your future coursed in stone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
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