when i tried to tell
\nit was not enough
\nthe words, prose or poem
\nwent astray
\nthe guard asked me to pay
\nthe tax to enter
\nthe house
\nonce mine,
\nbut i had empty pockets
\nwith no desire to count
\nwhat i never could
\nind, the curency of care, concern<\/p>\n
and compassion
\nhad taken its toll
\nof the wealth
\ni had lost,
\nnow you ask,
\nif i will let the
\ntide sweep away
\nall the nests of animals
\nthat bury their destiny under the sand
\non sea shore
\nwith no allowance
\nfor disquiet
\ni have no answer
\nmay be i do not need an answer
\nam i afraid
\nor is it just a trade
\nof love, respect and devotion
\nwith goals, sacrifice and passion<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
when i tried to tell it was not enough the words, prose or poem went astray the guard asked me to pay the tax to enter the house once mine, but i had empty pockets with no desire to count what i never could ind, the curency of care, concern and compassion had taken its … <\/p>\n