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Trust
Trust
Trust is fragile, yet so strong
In relations must belong
Of value beyond all worth
Than all the gold on the earth
Trust has high inherent risks
Often puts one in good stead
Should hidden motives exist
Relations eulogies read
Trust, like an old China plate
With hundreds years of use
E’en by King Henry the Eighth
Will always fail to abuse
Flip the plate high o’er and o’er
Handle with careless regard
Find it shattered on the floor
In hundreds of broken shards
By miracle, the pieces found
And glued in place bit by bit
Never will it be as sound
As before that careless flip
So with trust, and it is true
Abuse and misuse it, friend
It is a day you will rue
Will n’er be the same again
Copyright ©
David Moore
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