“When Props Get Pulled”
There was a guy in fairy land
Whose way of life few under-stand,
But in naivety went forth
From frozen wasteland in the north –To South, despite mixed messages
About life’s built-in passages;
He did his best to carve his life
From solid granite with his wife.His parents spun ’round dizzily
As he proceeded – he would see
The way ahead – not tunneled light,
But ’neath his feet on moonless night.To trust the waves, not end his days
On endless sea, no land to be
An endpoint soon, quiet lagoon
Then Blam! The roar – his Isle no more.Thanks Holy Spirit for that.
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