If the heart guards love and purity,
And the brain controls intellect,
What doth, I ask of you, reside within the kidney?
Not rhyme, nor reason, asketh thee,
('Tis true, I must confess) but why
Deny its place to the kidney?
Power embodied in the arms, you'd see
Within a man, immediately,
But it seems, unfortunately,
That none respect the kidney!
For wherein doth cleanliness stay?
Surely in the mind somewhere, shorely lock'd away
And what of pride and greed, if I may,
Inquire where they rest today?
They lie in the foul'd heart, entombed for eternity.
So what attribute, dear reader, can attribute
A shrine within the kidney?
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
If the heart guards love and purity,
And the brain controls intellect,
What doth, I ask of you, reside within the kidney?
Not rhyme, nor reason, asketh thee,
('Tis true, I must confess) but why
Deny its place to the kidney?
Power embodied in the arms, you'd see
Within a man, immediately,
But it seems, unfortunately,
That none respect the kidney!
For wherein doth cleanliness stay?
Surely in the mind somewhere, shorely lock'd away
And what of pride and greed, if I may,
Inquire where they rest today?
They lie in the foul'd heart, entombed for eternity.
So what attribute, dear reader, can attribute
A shrine within the kidney?
