Biblical
You are very biblical.
You ask and you receive,
Which obviates your
bringing in
A solitary sheave.
Neither do you toil or spin.
Just smoke beneath a tree,
Like godly Charlie Dickens
who said,
“Butterflies are free.”
You had a job one day. And
then you
Lost it. But don't fret it.
You've a job. Just being
you.
Nice work if you can get it.
In Denny's With Him
The past never changes
Nor memories die.
Resolute soft on the
Shore they lie,
Washed by the water.
The waves lift high.
Thousands of cherubim
Fall from the sky
And into old castles
Contentedly fly.
You deserve everything
Money can buy,
And all that it can't.
When I hear the cry
Of hope in your voice
I know you're shy.
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