A light when held can burn the hands
Or reach out to a fellow man,
Or dry the tears from eyes of grief,
And stop a masked or midnight thief.
A song when sung can ring with joy
Or sharply turn—a trick or ploy—
To block a path of love unseen,
Or rivers wide with hopes and dreams.
Each day a twist of give and take
To sink or swim, or bridge to make;
Our choice to build or lift or break,
Or rhymes from which through words escape.
D.K.Shaw
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