Do I drink the wine in good company
To take the edge of what will be
A sordidness to each story
When you put it together without glory
But the nobleness of each stand
Will haunt an ordinary woman or man
Remember each for what they were
And what in the end would occur
Fire in their bellies which scars their souls
Taking all their concentration to keep control
Who were we to judge them in the end
When taken to task it will destroy them.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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