I cannot find my friend at any great fault
Like all of us he has in his mind a vault.
Actions he might have taken never to appear
Disclosure would be destructive and unable to bear.
Dreams also find their place within his vault
These also I cannot find him an any fault.
Things into the vault to age like vintage wine
Certainly nothing dissimilar from yours and mine.
As prosecutor, jury and judge of repentance
The mind as a servant of this life's earthly sentence.
Really my friend has nothing to hide or show
As my friend for life is really me; you know.
11-27-05 Aho Speak
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