Left
Pallid rasp of care
encompassing not compare,
left but to idle, never share,
left but to wander, going where?
My soul in essence asks in prayer
am left to squander life's impair
neglecting waste, as if not there
recycling only watchful tear ~
Oh action yonder, take my stare
cause me to wonder, and repair,
the earth asunder, needs aware,
inhabitants with laissez faire!
To focus blunder, then revere
the force concern, not leftist pare
involving staff of righteous gain ~
each hand to merit, each to aim!
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