Trust not a fool with his heart
You’ve given him to love
He not even ties his shoes
Tripping over them in place
But if you take away at once
His pathways into the pour
What does he stand to gather
Truer hearts are forged hot
From midsts of ships that sink
Glory is not wishes granted and,
Glue is prettier than painted glass
One man sees only tears felled
And not the joy bridled face
Awakening into the Sun of morn
Time whispers of dreamers’ lives
Though no record exists of the end
Alas, he’s not just a regular Jack
Chasing away after a tiara’d Jill
He only measures his today
Tomorrow is very
fluid, still
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