If Life was but a Tidy Present– If life was but a tidy present–
Nicely wrapped in string–
Would it be a thing of hatred
Or something of liking?
If war was but an empty vow–
Neatly stashed away–
Would it be hidden forever–
Or something just okay?
If lies were but a grain of sand–
Never to be known–
Would we realize any pain–
Know that Days are not our own?
If Hours would cease their very note–
That time would never go–
There would not be the joy of care–
No Life to ever know.
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