Actions all have consequences,
Good – Bad –
Sometimes tragic.
There is no magic
potion, salve or lotion
To relieve the
pain.
No shelter from
the pouring rain.
No medicine to
numb the senses.
All that anyone
can hope is
Enough rope to
span the gap.
Perhaps a map or
some direction
To belay
confusion,
A simple common
sense infusion.
Anything to calm
and cope.
It helps to trade
in honesty
Where murky roads
abound.
When all around
confusion stabs
The unrepentant
sinners mind and
The elements wake
up to find us
On the brink of
destiny.
Accept the
verdict,
Reconcile.
A hero walks the
extra mile.
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