"What are you to judge the life I live "

Words
Out of us all
That make rhymes,
Will you choose
Sometimes -
As the wind use
A crack in a wall
Or a drain,
Their joy or their pain
To whistle through -
Choose me,
Your words ?

I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the brunet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer:
Strange as the races
Of dead and unborn:
Strange as sweet
Equally,
And familiar,
To the eye,
Talk like:
Our Politician's
Can we trust,
Let me sometimes dance
In ecstasy,
But,
Not whit our
Politician's
I don't trust
I don't trust?
Who ?
Only Words...

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