Is there nothing more you can show today
but a handful of those coins?
a dears foot a leg once proud of the highest leaps and bounds.
what could i share with a mutual mind
but misused longings of lusts unkind
as i sat there in my winter boots never would you guessed this fateful time.
he turned to me and pleaded
oh my soul now shudders swift
this illness ive so come to
makes my soul long to depart
how the forrest looks to a sick man
how it looms in graceful dirt
all those sticks n fances grown from the wild bites of the snake
we took the serpent and wiped his eye
of misfortune to have ever cried
we plyed him ill of maturity
and left him to obscure'me
the prophet took the hand of faith
and ere wiped the day clean of all worth.