Keep the Crown For Grace
While men their last cards play
Or at a fast pace do their relay
Or attempt to bear life’s mace,
They should The Crown keep for Grace:
A sine qua non of life’s Race,
Which Grace to Heavens we trace
But holder of a Here-on-Earth Space;
For even with our riders’ hearts
Misgivings sneak into our carts
And like sores start festering
On discouraged faces registering …
And how does one handle such case,
The crown wrongly withheld from Grace?
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