AT THE END OF THE DAY
At the end of the day…
The faces of many -
Of millions – rise up to
The surface like leaves on
The skin of a pond,
And with so much to say…
Some calling, some hiding
Some secret, I listen
And sometimes this world urges
Me to respond.
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This world is aware…
It knows that I owe it
A thousand score favours,
A lifetime of service, times
Seven or more,
For it answered a prayer…
And brought to an old man
Green bones and new muscle.
It pulled in the bodies
And shut fast the door.
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It will use you today…
It calls me with voices
Of thunderous whispers
And dangles a new hope
To motivate you.
That’s the price I must pay…
The youth that it gave me
Can’t be for my own use
Until I have settled
The debt that is due.
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So I share of your fate…
This world binds together
My mind and your bodies
To serve and protect it
‘Til it says we are done.
But please make no mistake…
At the end of the day
You are here for my purpose
And I will spare nothing –
Your small lives are nothing.
Yes, I will spare nothing
To bring back my son.
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