Graces
When god smiles apon your life each step you take is gold,
a perfect husband,ideal wife to love you till your old.
No ripples on your still waters just pleasant calm apon your lake,
blessed with sons and graceful daughters no harsh decisions there to take.
The world is viewed in technicolour yet every problem black and white,
on your sleeve you wear your honour free to use safe and tight.
Every hurdle you encounter already downed before your feet,
lifes big wall made of paper king of your castles perfect keep.
All the people that dwell below you scorned are they for choices made,
bludgeoned with your fragile halo and unencumbered best plans laid.
So why does a man with equal honour profoundly gifted with equal heart,
fall from grace and beg dishonour with every step plagued from the start.
There can be but one true answer rich or poor, let live or die,
lifes a song your just the dancer, before the grace of god go I.
Copyright © Darren Risden | Year Posted 2018
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