Path
Age by comprehension's save
nor failing, nor compassion's grave.
I only fail, I only stave
and then to scoring, am un slave!
No better, boring to deprave,
no asking why, consigns not brave,
the self determined thence appraised
to knowledge minding, is least rave!
It is the doing, that I crave
the soul cast mewing, wisdom's lathe
that building risk the crisis ~ have
I own not, but contend . . . . . the path!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2010
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