Gratefully
I THINK THE WISEST OF MEN, LEAD THE SIMPLEST LIVES OF ALL
AND THE SMARTEST OF THEM, LIVE THE ONES THAT THEY CHOOSE
THE SIMPLE MEN HAVE THE EASIEST TIME, HAVING A BALL
BUT I'M NONE OF THESE, AND I'VE MUCH TO LOSE
SO, IN THE INTEREST OF MY OWN SELF
AND BECAUSE I AM THE ONLY ONE I SURELY TRUST
I WILL PUT ALL MY VICES ON THE SHELF
BEFORE I AM SWEPT AWAY, WITH THE DUST
NOTHING CAN MEAN TO ME, AS MUCH
AS MY SON, AND FAMILY
SOMEHOW, THIS RENEWED HEART, THEY TOUCH
AND I FEEL, GRATEFULLY
Copyright © Solomon Storm | Year Posted 2010
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