Razor Poem by Robert Sheridan
Razor
Sharp-as to spear the heart
or wound it so that it will
never heal...
Makes you a conscious or
unconscious being – smooth
tongued or forked...
Wit and wisdom or seat of
the edge nervousness to seek
and destroy...
Blade for smooth face or slash
hold wrong and it deeply cuts
so hard to mend...
Razor thin to make or break
truisms or fallacies but only
if you let it get rusty...
'2008'
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5/14/2024 5:13:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love it! Robert, you write in such an appealing manner! i need a clean, fresh shave in a man.. none of the stubble rubble. ~~best care, sjg