Spiritual AllowanceA Poem by Simon WelshDays exist to be wasted again and again
Got lost on the way to Bethlehem
instead found the local star to be a lie How many last chances must I gamble before I'm truly lost in this day and age? Give me something Give me anything Let me find out for myself Days exist to be wasted again and again When the sun sets it shouldn't bother to rise My body is weak and my mind is easily sated Perhaps anxiety is the way forward Show me something Show me anything Let me find out for myself Maybe it's a good thing there are no monuments to which we can find shelter Taxation would steal it's consecration This is today Not yesterday or tomorrow Give me something Give me anything Give me today Let me change © 2014 Simon WelshAuthor's Note
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