Lamping Along
The gods gave me a candle, the gods made me a lamp
They said, " Boy you need to keep it lit in a world so cold and damp."
As I was rather young upon my day of being born
Never spoke a single word yet swear that I had sworn,
To find a missing thread of light and travel all the ways
Wherever Love might lead me go like a needle goes with thread
And sew a pattern so divine to last me all my days
Now and then people tell me NO time to earn your daily bread
That never puts me down low, I learned to read that stamp
The gods gave me a candle, the gods made me a lamp.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-02-11 at 00:36
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