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A moment of confusion
upon the life of Man
With tears of desperation
to water the love in hand.
The sweat of labor given
to the footstep of life's deed
Plowing the world of ignorance
with words created to our needs.
A tiny verse of poetry
or a recipe of mathematical intent
A drop of philosophical music
to sooth the psychological indent.
I watch the motion of water
in the rivers, ocean, and trees
I taste the dirt within the plants
that allows our spirit to breath.
I hear the music of the wind
with all the sounds of life
And I feel the pull of tomorrow
upon the ladder called life.
Then I look beside me
to find my treasure pure
And se my family around me
to know my futures secure.
Then all life has meaning
though I am a small piece in hand
For the life within all reality
is an infinitesimal piece called Man.
W/By Guy Dan Schuyler
Cr. 14 September 2004
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