Princity may forebear
What aptitude lacks apace
Beneath the briny bulbous tear
That ambles down my face

"Nurture what may grow to be
That fortune still ahead
Not to tempt or quicken thee
But serve thee in thy stead"

I challenge you to mark my work
By the cost it took to make
Defying demons who did lurk
And tempted me for evil's sake

The mouths of friends spewed poison pure
And relations strong were severed
But in my labour I was sure
To leave no note undelivered

The cost, I sigh, the cost is high
Too high to be ere reckoned
I bear my cross although I cry
For the Lord has to me beckoned


---jrw 5:23am