PART 03

In case I find myself a pot of Gold
Let it not be that all would be sold
I* need a bit of Ornament's shine
A bed, a table, a chair.....
Recline

A hoist A joist
A post A poise
I cannot live a beggar's scorn
To lead To truss
To plead To force
An non-encouraging swoon


Perhaps if I recall correctly
The Preacher did preach succinctly
But I could not get a sense of faith
I beckoned, I reckoned
I taunted, I reckoned
My faith became a fame