Heired Like You Mean It, Would Moses Introduce?

david-hilburn Poems

Set in a frequent circle Penny pinched, pun's to rhyme Welcomed yet, to a readied table The truth of summation and kind Lore accepts a foremost seat Through the mix of light and paces We see friends become the irony to meet A sensibility, of culture to confirm, we are color's praises Just a reminder, black and white make separate ides Until the cold shine of history has it to prove Waiting and saving the about of a collective heed, shied Characters know the common, for a wealth meant to be shared, due Purple is a forward thinker, be it sense or nothing above the board Brown can become a better here and now, the tale of a wishes fire Red is the renown of its patience, that wish is a smile long before a sword Orange to prove it out right, with a callous voice of determination that undertook the right, higher Yellow was forever waiting, the notion to serve a cause the preeminence of good tidings Green set to rue, the works of powers and privilege, a hap that knows further Blue for a sincere approach, of what remedy we keep, for a length of righting Careful as this may seem, or due a kiss of neglect's fortune, we are the asking's heard there Color, callous or obligated Knows the wealth of a friend, until stares make oddity Tensive and comparing, the soul of sense infatuated The problems of merit and its mortal coil, letting a song become its own, fancy