Going in and out empty handed
Everything provided for in the game
Equally true for the battle of the earth
All things bright and beautiful,
big and small, tall and short
Ready for the taking
Looking up seeing the stars, bright and beautiful
Looking down seeing the earth, dressed to the nines
With all things bright and beautiful
The ugly dominated by the shadows
Only to brighten up by the bright of day
With nothing changed but very true to origin
Time to sow and reap wide like the goal posts
All roads leading to Rome in the picking
But the race measured by will and reluctance
By the vintage point some outstrip all
Amassing wealth beyond believe
Some lost the race by the fall of the candle
TO BE CONTINUED
NN April 2013
Niki Nicholas Nkuna
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