ACCEPTANCE OF IT ALL
All beings long to be cherished,
and loved
That mad love that touches
the soul
But to long for it deems one
unworthy
For, some know this is a
Priceless gift
Alas, they are the one's who
will be deprived
For, to grant this gift would be
all to right
To have this type of heaven
on earth
The very evils of arrogance
within mans core
Would rip it apart if only for
Simple Vanity
So understanding and accepting
mine fate
Acceptance being the simple
comfort of emptiness
Mine hollowed self retreats.
For this I can own
©1999 Shannon Davis
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