In Way Of Life's Self Important March Poem by james watkin
In Way Of Life's Self Important March
We stand before our conqueror
In a child; riddle that riles!
Who's only means to defeat us
Pure innocence; that just smiles!
Unfelled yet by pride, down-bent
Picks, for each passer by, meek
Free gifts, in homeliest bunches
Of a wild, path-sided leek.
Meanwhile, from on high a voice, aimed
At which holy renewed spot:
'Girl, sweet, you're of royal lineage.
God's own. Loves, self-forgot.
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