The Loyal Devout
Nov 5 · 1 min read
chance and time
strung about, on a line
nickels, pennies, words on a dime
hear the poets, hear the chimes
hear the wealth, hear the kind
hearted-lovers, simple and sweet
never like pulling teeth
not able, nor apt to leave
like grass with no weeds
mystery sought after and on
a crisp evening dawn
like a magician with no wand
a forest with no fawn
chance it out, like a loyal devout

