Whereto if not by foot not blistered,
Or wings much frayed,
Where are you going?
Even though you prayed,
Your pockets filled with gold,
Your coffin reigned with silk,
Your ego crown now gone,
Drink no more of mother’s milk,
Was it worth to build that tomb?
Hewn of marbles finest grain,
Your eyes now blind and cannot see,
Was worth it all, this bitter pain?©19/11/2012
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Ron
Regis
I never knew the harmful depths of this Joy stealer till
earlier this year, it's great to set the captive
inside ourself free from negative poison
and as your wealth of visuals confirm
do it before the concrete angel of the grave...
Love's Bounty & Tender Heart
Vickie
budd
Your coffin reigned with silk,
Your ego crown now gone,
Was it worth it?
So sadly, so many today would still answer 'yes' - the rest of the world be damned.