The 11th Hour
Behind sweetest smiles, deceit does hide!
All on a summer day.
A friendly nod, yet one knows not
The lot that waits along the way.
No fashioned track or stair to go
Or signpost to consult.
The way is life, the road is vague
And knowledge too precise..
To fight and find, use might and will;
The people reason right..
Yet all “despite” and all the fight,
And employed the utmost will.
A turn to take, a road to run,
That never brings you back,
I’ll think we will find it ever so,
This mortal life to “hack”.
To understand is dangerous,
While change is sudden death.
And through it all, don’t dare call the odds
Or they will hit you back!
To autumnal haze or winter days
In chaos, toil and strife,
The fruit of truth is often squandered
Or sanitised in black.
And though they paint the page of life
As light as white can be
The lines on it will smudge
And run, into lies as needs may be..."
ammended 15th 4th 2012
© Joe Maverick 16-09-2010
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