Stephen Tefft Poet Rhyme

Dirt

From the dirt we were made.
In the dirt we have stayed.
We were given a map
And from the path we have strayed.
We loudly complain
Every time we are hurt
And yet, for some reason
We all still stay in the dirt.

From the dirt we were made.
In the dirt we have played.
We have all heard the voice
Of Edward Hyde and obeyed.
And we wear every sin 
Like it’s our favorite shirt,
Enjoying each minute
As we all play in the dirt.

 	The prayers that we have prayed,
 	The wages we are paid,
 	They will fade in the end… They will fade.
 	With the ease we revert
 	We’d best be on alert
 	For we live in the dirt… We live in the dirt…

 	We all long to be saved
 	From mistakes we have made.
 	Will we fade in the end?   Will we fade?
 	We are quite the expert
	In reliving each hurt
	For we live in the dirt…  We live in the dirt…

From the dirt we were made.
In the dirt we’ll be laid.
As we exit the light
And sink down into the shade.
We just wink at our past
With our future we flirt
But it all fades away
As we’re all laid in the dirt.

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