Human Nature
© 2018 Harold Bo Clapsaddle, a hardball clod posed
A passage untraveled
a gate that’s open
a time yet unraveled
a piece yet unspoken
a sentence in transition
a constant trail of information.
A verse given a poet
Human nature...behooves I know it!
To show it...this that I love
as a readers servant
I have brought what there is of
with zeal most fervent
as many a reader will see
my path hath not been heavenly.
A verse given a poet
Human nature...behooves I know it!
Let my hope be known
while I’m serving prayer
that everyone should make their own
eternal passage, ascending layer by layer
while as of yet...my tongue’s but a stone
that worsens cobbled path and olden bone.
A verse given a poet
Human nature...behooves I know it!
© 2018 Harold Bo Clapsaddle, a hardball clod posed
A passage untraveled
a gate that’s open
a time yet unraveled
a piece yet unspoken
a sentence in transition
a constant trail of information.
A verse given a poet
Human nature...behooves I know it!
To show it...this that I love
as a readers servant
I have brought what there is of
with zeal most fervent
as many a reader will see
my path hath not been heavenly.
A verse given a poet
Human nature...behooves I know it!
Let my hope be known
while I’m serving prayer
that everyone should make their own
eternal passage, ascending layer by layer
while as of yet...my tongue’s but a stone
that worsens cobbled path and olden bone.
A verse given a poet
Human nature...behooves I know it!
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