What distance to the one
As bound forevermore
By careless acts
And a stupid heart
That bleeds too easily
Oh comfort in such
In the passing of
Some like days
But not for the length
Of a long long life
Yet such seems possible
In different ways
When one is a dolt
And reasonably called
And blunderingly causes
Chasms to appear
Where none were before
What distance to the one
As bound forevermore
By careless acts
Here and now
I think it close
And painfully so
Charles Petrie


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