Thursday, January 24, 2013


Mercies Untold

I'm given jewels instead of dross,
Joy instead of pain,
A cushioned bed without a cross -
Ambrosial domain.
Overflowing deference
From a chalice made of gold
Is cradled to my thirsty lips -
Opulence untold.
Why pour out hidden treasures
On one homely and vile,
While most of fine society
I constantly revile?
 You can make or break me,
For I am just a child.
My life is held within your glance -
My soul inside your smile.


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