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I Often Wonder
The Cradle of Friendship
The cradle of friendship
Is too delicate for words
Faith
For all my proclamations of belief,
Which in intent and conviction are true,
In Search of the Soul
Endless, fruitless, journeys
That we oft embark upon,
In The Precincts Of The Mind
In the precincts of the mind,
In the fortress I call mine,
O Demise, Are You Fair?
O Demise, thou art a friend true
When I feel lost and dark blue
Destiny
The capriciousness of destiny
at play I see in every day
The Paradox of Time- Life’s Pantomime
Is my Time really mine
Or, is there a paradox there,
Conscience
Light up the wick of Conscience,
And the waiting lamp within,
Chisel Away
Does too much joy a sadness bring
Must there be little bits of everything,
Tears and Time and the Rivers
Rivers flow but they tell us no more
Where they come from , where they go,
Sermons, Soliloquys, are an awful Bore!
Since we don’t know why we are here
Let’s do what the the Heaven we like,
Let’s Think Again
Impatience they say, now holds sway
Impatience will bring forth gains,
I C B M's
You see, I C B M’s, as the much-touted
One Man, One Woman, That is All
When life’s no more than each breath we take,
Than the days and nights that we call the past,
