Morality
Morality
Came the sound of our quiet tread,
Along this course in silent steps,
When all those lies once spoke are true
But still are left to slip away,
While expressions heard are born to thee
Regretful bides our memory,
As days alone too swiftly fly
Blessed by there own morality
Give praise to those immortal few
For they walk with uncertain step,
And expressions of the words and deeds
Slip into those of senseless folly.
More idle sound the silent steps
When sadness bore its own intent,
Like a voice recalled long ago
Speaking of its own morality
By m.norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2011
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