Remuneration Poem by Spencer Zimmerman

They say a weak thought is a wish
And that it will only diminish
To try is against do or do not
Only results of what we wrought

Reap what you sow so on and so forth
Until the grass is green in all relation
Compensate and consider for all things wither
Indifferent to most when most are similar

And so I begin to pay all my dues
At first cringing in-sight of the tomb
But once I can face death with respect
I begin to speak with a more thoughtful dialect

But to join a team and begin to debate
I think there is only time to remunerate
So impetuous you are when choices are made
Must I be the martyr of this double-edged blade?