W- Five
W- FiveWhat is there in need of being said ...
And words within the ink which flows
To warrent being read?
What's the issue facing those who care?
To write a work, is it sword play
Just to take a reader there?
Where's the hall of wisdom or the shed?
Do it's pillars plum the depths of earth
Or live only in our head?
When do resolutions cease to come?
With the problems now reserved for us
Or those faced by Dad and Mom?
Why are there acceptions to the rule?
Read the silence from a patient man
And see brilliance or a fool.
Why can't we open everything unknown?
Like kids beneath a Christmas tree
We'd embrace whatever's shown.
But suns will set and birds will fly
And rivers flow with tears we cry
And joy be gleaned from heaven's sky
But in essence it's a loan.
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