by: Eric McBride

Spur, grow, judge, die,
What’s trying to be said comes from the corner of the eye,
Sit, play, construct, repent,
Nothing created is ever worth a cent,
Mind, leg, finger, fist,
All the lives in any room will cease to exist,
Cheap, shawdy, fast, poor,
Achievement is only breaking in the door,
Truth, be told, the life unfolds,
And rolls into a ball to start over.

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