The World That Owns Your Talents - Poem by Patti Masterman
The world that owns your talents,
The world that owns your breath-
The world will not make up its mind,
Till you have tasted death.
The world will hold your body,
The world cradle your bones;
The world which offers nothing
Might give your words a home.
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