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The windowsill collects the snow.
When will it stop? I cannot know.
The truth seeps in - I should not go
I ought to do as I've been told -
my mother's voice begins to scold:
"Some folks have gotten ill from cold,
An afterthought: rules may disguise
or hide life's meaning from our eyes -
a test, to separate the wise
Perhaps discernment is to take
a deeper look for wisdom's sake,
to know when to (or not to) break
Some rules are meant to be kept locked:
the Ten Commandments (don't be shocked),
or vows one takes when one has walked
But rules deserve a second glance:
to firmly hold, or look askance?
I brush the snowflakes off my pants
written 13 Oct 2021
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2021
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