In a certain sense,
We are born with
A pot of gold
That few of us
Seem willing
To carry.
It’s our word,
And we dispense
It so freely,
Not noticing
How much
It costs us
Each time
We fail to honor
What we say
We will do.
Eventually,
Our word
Loses all value,
Until we are bankrupt,
And no one
Believes anything
We say.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
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