Tradition
Steep In thee seat of tradition
poor as a country man can be
readin' my paper for my world about me
lonely, without companion, my impression
wow; I think I've misjudged some things
whereas in my heart, what is important
is to find my mate, my wife, what sings
change my life's importance
say, may we live in peace
with a thousand reasons to rejoice
my health, wealth are before me
portly or thin, indeed I see...
by choice, my Bible, my mate a perfect match
so to Love, so governed by religious laws
traditionally so deep routed, such a great catch
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2023
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