TAKE YE THINE SPACE

Take yee thine space

yee dwellers of the womb
my end cometh; my life
whilst thine has just began
take yee my fallen soul
footprint on the sand
O'er sand  of time
and tides of life to show
listen to the winds O'yee the youthful


Get the rays
the roads is the same
I loseth this place
yee get the rest
was not the best
be yee wise; learn O':dying mistake
of mine I defined
of vice and dies with errors
the  words of a dying man are sacred
so are mine get yee the sage from the crowd
scroll thine words at heart



Erase the plight O'er mine time
beseech yee though  thine sons
take lead in thine wise path
trace thine loosing pan
flee from my errant ways
and live the elegant days
denounce in thoughts and deeds;
thine enemies foes
and do me proud my sons
a thousand miles I watch O'er thee

by Robie Nson on Tuesday, September 6, 2011 at 1:59pm

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