The Measure

How do you measure
What can't be seen
The heart of a man
The in of between
The conscience that follows
When something's done wrong
How do you measure
The depth of a poem

How do you measure 
The day you must face
If it's taken for granted
If it's given in grace
Or measure a seed 
That has yet to show growth
How do you measure
What you do not know

How do you measure 
The hour before late
The width of a shoulder
Where a tear is laid
The inkling of an idea
The moment it's made
How do you measure
Love before it's given away

How do you measure
The chill of the wind
The guilt of the pleasure
That comes from within
The sliver of light
Before the sun has it's say
How do you measure
The end of the day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 8, 2016 at 7:14 PM
This is about 5 fathoms deep of a poem Mike! Nice!:)
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