lust has no real memory
where as love
remembers all
be it the
by generous affection
of friendship
or the co dependent life of
any shared common flaw
man is the mortar
housing the thriving soul
the bearer of all burden
in fleshed whole
be it condemned or blessed
to the place he has been
placed
the experience of
the life we each have
to live
is by choice
an adventure to be had
or
an enduring
quagmire
of misery to
wrestle with
or escape
attitude is the key
'To All Doors Known'......................
(Oct. 11, 2009 430am)