Stand tall, stand true.
Find balance in what you do.
My four diamond holes
to help find what you extol.
My three central blocks
to stay firm against life’s knocks.
The column at my core
to align with what you adore.
The security at my base,
to remind you to live with grace.
Tides come, tides go,
time shoots its arrows.
Stand true, stand tall.
One day you won’t be here at all.
Pingback: NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo 2018 – Day 8 – “Modern Sorcery In Society” by David Ellis | toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish)
Pingback: Into an ever greater- fantasticalicious childhood. – Nicolas Heartmann