The Doing Of Done Poem by Saul McCandless

Let's just do it
We can talk and then chew over

Make new cycles
Admit our speak and fly away

My tongue is itching
Give in, not up and renew

Please cease the lies
To cry rivers and carry out

All misleading escapades
Plenty to do and nothing unturned

Trip or slip or even sided
We shall make a difference, soon

We will provide and take aloft
Would you not be happy, finally?

Directions to holy paths
Laid bare and involving smiles

Touring as a unit
Of family and as a passage

See now what you've done
See children in a new light

Ending what has begun
By call and as a messenger.