Measures - Poem by Paulo Acosta
Length, Height, Breadth are The Measures
Others traverse to pluck their Treasures.
I do not rove or roam,
Seek not to prove or own.
Take my Measure as I stand My Ground
And be still and know and face all round
The vagabond Winds of Change,
The vagaries of Fate and Chance.
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