That's Life - Poem by michael devenish
If a vagabond,
Has a crooked finger and a crooked heart,
He may very well have a straight mind.
But if a vagabond has a straight finger and a straight heart,
He may very well have a crooked mind.
The weak and the redeemed good,
May sometime be content with an evil deed.
But the old and routine evil,
Is content with a streak of good.
That's life my friend,
Maybe, maybe not.
Read it over,
Might change your thoughts.
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