Labor
That grinding fallacy of stay
thee nearby once, now gone astray.
In spectrum numbering, narrowed gray
resolve considerations way!
And so remorse, my severance pay
does fill my soul - and every day.
This labor lost, love's own heresay
has felt its cost from disarray!
Dissention's volley floods distaff,
arraignment lone still merits quaff,
as negative impulse ignorance laughs
demeaning's lumbering true ranks half.
And so my love, labor's behalf
in justice scroll, while thee try last!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2005
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