Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 35
I have a little worry,
Driving my mind's lorry.
What's it that worth sorry,
If not an incident so gory?
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
A thought, growing on a page...
How she copes in lonely cage!
She is going through such rage,
At a developing and tender age.
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
No work, I beg your pardon, culture!
Weak, yet not adequate for acupuncture,
Within the house, is her adventure
And memories, her Joy's architecture!
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
I hope, for them, there be peace,
That deceased relations cease
To chevy on her mood's crease,
Making not will; their centrepiece.
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
It’s an idea to have seen,
How lovely people have been--
So much of care but so mean;
What in past they've made their routine...
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
Marvelous is what they will do!
After crying; bidding adieu...
It most turns much Ado,
The one about nothing of due!
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
Each day, she checks to see,
Where lies the fountain of her sea--
The one with whom future is guarantee
Of abundance to any degree.
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
Where is the field?
That gives enough yield
By which dreams get sealed,
Within hands so concealed.
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
Precious seedlings, they grew,
Together is no longer new.
For she now lonely chew...
What two hearts do have in view!
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
She continually feed and water all...
Until they are fully grown not to fall,
How in dreams, she heed his call!
Just to wake up to the portrait on the wall¡
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
Most times on a whim,
She listened to his hymn...
Under the moon so dim,
But realized it was a skim.
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
When will she be healed to ease,
And stopped been caught by breeze?
What reality has given and appease,
For plundering memories to freeze*
Help Widows in struggles...,
Help them with juggles...
The ones, time smuggles!
Amen!!!
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