Go. Be a legend,
If you think the red-end
Is within reach.
But, boy, be sure to bold a show;
Because the middle-green is given to teach
That cheap couldn’t hope to breach it.
No legend came by it ignobly.
So watch the let-in;
Hellish haunts are fastened
To, count them, each
And every turned-back buckle-blow.
‘Cause life ain’t no verdant, evergreen beach;
Just dunes should you overreach it.
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This is one to contemplate on – not to be swallowed whole 🙂
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It is meant to dig into how we live and handle others, to be sure…which, despite how we might rationalize and justify, is never a simple engagement.
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‘Clever Spacing’!
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Thank you, my friend. Poetry, at times, can be monotonous. Experimenting with the space that frames it is my attempt, even if feeble, to make it less so.
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