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| Bide to abide in abode |
| by Harriet Oliver |
You may bide to abide by your existing abode
when you're still learning & yearning to earn
gliding over glades of various workloads
in a brief sojourn in travelling yearn.
You may plant flowers in the garden beside
and as it were declare
that you saw a lone bird glide
wearing wings unaware.
You may have a vision in sight
slight raising your eyebrow
of a home enveloped in light
and being content even though
absence of treasures is no longer rich
and the lost sheep no more return,
the male dog's given up seeking a bitch
and the smoky ash has ceased to burn.
No more can lift a heavy weight
than create uproar 'bout unfair score
when finally locked is the gate
and there's no answer to knock on the door. |
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