Magnificent beauty, where for art thou?
Your mind hath failed thee, doth this, allow?
All opined by thee, not of thought, inherent-
Not of thine heart, rather, fragile mind-apparent!
Reckoning day shall soon be before you,
Then perhaps, emotions real, restor'd too!
Counter were your actions, to sayeth very least-
Alas, lurking beneath-a horrible, altered beast!
Utter disappointment, have your actions been-
When the dust doth settle, either, you lose, or you win!
A lesson our children should've ne'er been made privy to-
In large part, made are we of actions, of all we do!
Allow now supplant of reality, for unkind delusion-
Then only, solution appears for your mind's illusion!
Maurice Harris,6 July 2009
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