Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Slow and Steady

He took the long way there alone
Stood at the crossing where he might die
For he had chosen the pace of steady and true
Now a target for those that lie
So much slower he moved then they
That flatter at speeds unchecked
That kings surround themselves with
And bask in false respect
Yet onward this one travels
Till time has called him home
He is crushed upon the asphalt
But no longer traveling alone

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke


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