It’s a slippery track
I’ve slid down too many times
Always ending up
Face down
Looking up for more
It’s an empty trail
Full of rich promises
The fruit is sweet in the mouth
Once swallowed
Turns bitter in the soul
To escape greeds prison door
Look down toward the poor
Then freely give away
All that’s in your hand.
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So good Tone. Your words are beautiful. Such a gift to the world.