Stand Up
Stand up tall upon your stage
Shake your fist and rage man rage
For the things that you have lost
That you now can count the cost
Before you hear the deadman’s rattle
Don’t let it go without your show of mettle
And when you rest at your campfire
Keep yourself away from the muck and mire.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2021
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