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I will watch my ways not to sin,
With either my lips or my tongue;
No putrid for my mind within,
Having nothing vulgar to flung.
Time to remain totally speechless,
Although it does me not much good;
To keep silent should be painless,
It never does help as it should.
For my heart burned like a fire,
To speak out with some bad word;
Flaring up with a desire,
That George Carlin never heard.
Then I had spoken with my tongue,
Teach me O Lord about my life;
Let bad words hiding in the lung,
Be gone from in the midst of strife.
Teach me of the days I got left,
So I know what will be in store;
Will death be natural or a cleft,
Or down the drain looking to pour.
What will the outcome of life be,
Will I die sometime tomorrow;
So what will be my legacy,
And would I dying in sorrow.
All are a whisper in the wind,
Even their shadow fades away;
For all fall short and all have sinned,
Because their souls have gone astray.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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