Chipilly Woods
Our lives seem flippant, short and free.
We need some rules and if you find
One that might work, slow down. Be kind.
Don’t fight for every cause you see
For some turn sour eventually.
So stand up strong for what is right.
Obediently praise the light,
But fear that foul self-righteousness.
Out back’s a bucket for such mess
With soap to make your stained clothes bright.

Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use “kind” as a rhyme work in either line 2 or 3.

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Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

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