Even Spiders Live In Kings Palaces Poem by Josette Lager

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I have a friend who
I fondly call Richard
the Lion Hearted we
met some years ago
when he started his
personal crusade for
the down trodden and
broken hearted.

He fed the hungry
and broken in spirit
those with addictions,
and other afflictions,
those who live in darkness
in need of benediction.

Broken bones can be repaired
he replies, but a heart is so
fragile and no one really cares
when someone dies inside.

Fear comes with the night
for the children of the night
and I must keep a vigil keep
them in my sight.

When the thief comes
a knockin' There'll be a
Holy War and a unholy
fight.

Suddenly he laughs throws
his head back and roars,
there's a twinkel in those
Irish eyes and yet he seldom
speaks of his swedish side.

Hush he whispers there's
something a scratchin' at
me door for let the tale be
told when the tommy knockers
of old come a knockin' I'll be ready
for em' with a nice surprise meet my
my friend Walther and I'll see you in
the by and by and when this life is
over I'll fly away old glory I'll fly away.


Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005