Pity

Grey pastures presume all over the World

Dull grey clouds circle around encompassing everything whole

What makes me condemn the thought of it all

Mere glimpses of hope thrown to the floor

If you believe nature's wrath to be more

You too have slept with pity the whore

A bright sunlit day may try to endure

What good is sunlight which will fade to a hole

And if you believe in hope at the door

Then even you too have slept with pity the whore

A matter of time will tell us some more

As timely matter decays below floor

And if you believe life is much more

Then you too have been entrapped by the whore

At Worlds end we collide on the brink of the shore

And wash onto the beach lying, waiting for more.

Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.

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