Don’t you have to just choke down the irony
of spending all your energy here on earth,
having wasted all your eyesight trying to see
what every little concession might be worth?
Electricity above or below a zero-reference line;
a certain amount either way shocks the same.
A grudge, held on to past a certain time
wears the spirit till only bitterness remains.
Diagnosis of redemption, often sought, seldom comes complete;
if even one tiny apology is missing, all the rest refuse in spite.
Just as honesty is unreliable, and integrity tries to cheat,
just like sheep too easily content need a better excuse to fight.
Just as you cannot fathom joy till having danced with heartache,
try to decipher a symphony without first hearing a simple song.
The hardest part to get to is usually the easiest part to break,
steering right is easy when no one is trying to steer you wrong.
Events are larger or smaller after being held side to side,
measured with what gauge and as compared to what?
Asserting all your words are true is a sure sign you have lied,
causing adjectives once open to be rudely shut.
Can a slew of new discoveries atone for how much is lost?
Do enough averages add up to one superlative?
Does what it is worth really relate to how much it actually cost?
Does what we believe reflect what we actually have to give?
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Dan Williams (
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I loved your poem ! Excellent work
Well, thank you most kindly.
Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of...
Love all the questions that refer to costs and values
"Just as honesty is unreliable, and integrity tries to cheat,"
We usually think of this as a black and white value but it is not and this emphasizes this in such a nicely worded manner. I could list many example here but the poem stands for itself and I loved it
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