Jouney Poem by Dennis Dade
Jouney
The root was a vital gift a gift i treated with scorn
The stem was a vital gift a gift i treated with pride
The trunk was a vital gift a gift i treated with contempt
The branch was a vital gift a gift i restrained from men
The leaves was a vital gift a gift i treated with cruelty
The fruit was a vital gift a gift i sealed in the keg
Life was my greatest gift now trades me in the grave.
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