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by Clara Mae GregoryIn fleshly occupation
Avarice avails itself
Plundering upon
The poor man's wealth
It's always a broken axle
Impeding a future progression
Chained to its past
That's never going to last
While shrouding memories
In clouds of stealth
But fears are softened
In our sorrows
For those who rejoice
In Shekinah's Glory and Son
Redeeming our lives
And defeating
Death's mission 04/29/2019 Posted on 07/17/2019
Copyright © 2024 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/19/19 at 08:32 PM "It's always a broken axle
Impeding a future progression
Chained to its past" My favorite lines! Quentin would have loved this. I enjoyed it very much. |
| Posted by Peter Humphreys on 08/08/19 at 06:03 PM Beautifully written and truth expressed. |
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