Without It Poem by Rufus Williams

without it can we really can't be fit
or can we make with our own wit
with or without a proper stand
in life can we really demand
the solitude that seems right
which to some seems far from sight
as time tic-tock's while ever slowing
we never see time of things growing
without it man seems to fly on a natural high
just to realize in time he height is compared to a lie
that without it whisper's that so faintly call's
that we really can't seem to hear it at all
so without it I pray that the things you say
help's me to bring a brighter day.