Many years passed and traded
Creatures on the sulky soil
Hath wanted to be braided;
Threading through needed toil
Seeking warmth; unwanting laded
Seeking care; unwanting turmoil.
As they sought for wants and lust
Some yet hath to dig further
As they were left without a just
Leaving the threads like a fodder
And horses were the human cast.
Gamble is an understatement
'Betting on thin, fragile lines'
Is the human's commitment
As standing on thin tine
Living in this hardened cement--- called the world.
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Poems to tell the poor faithed.
PoetryA book of poetry that tell-tale the life of the author.
