FREEDOM
By John Herlihy
Chains can bind us to a post,
Words betray us if we boast.
What good to conquer a world,
Only to be to damnation hurled.
In pain we may at times suffer,
In frustration we do soon mutter.
In youth we often act impetuous,
In old age, we may end up fatuous.
What in heaven does it all matter,
What we say is so much chatter.
There are no rules that truly bind,
What frees us is of another kind.
Only be to our inner nature true ,
To use all the wisdom we accrue.
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