The Talents of Worth
@01-01-2019, Olan Smith
Inside the Genuine is his strength,
His to have and possess. When he became Lord
Of the Square he sought his power
But below he was bereft
His gifts remained buried
Hidden within the earth of the Square
He was cut off, weaker than the weakest
Naked as the day he was born,
Astride the woes of many the hopes of naught
Lay his favors, idle. In a dream
The Lord of lords said, "I gave you the highest
Of gifts and you squandered all by not pursuing,
But it is not too late. Find them and know that
I am God the giver of all talents, make it found.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
