I came into this world, digging a garden, so solemnly, planting it...being a friend to all, assuming, as I was taught, that men were naves and fools, while women were the best of us...those gentle creatures, one should never lay a hand upon. Oh, bother, when, that I found out...the other way around, is often, more the sum. Now, I am not the 'friend naive', I always was, but I am still a friend...yet, I have this, and I will say the truth...of 'all that', I have gleaned. I may walk away from Earth, with none...no friend at all, yet countervailing truth, you do deny I leave among you...as I rest in peace, more easily than many.
Amen!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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