Poems about value
Still, Had It Be Possible
they thwarted us with guns
can harass me no more
yet know not what was done to me
we actually hear
as certainty can see
in doubtful meal, if it be possible
still, had it such a value
and yet i was a living child
that was all i cared to know,
without a bolt that i could prove
came once a world did you?
teach him when he makes the names
Nor Like Himself The Life Be Too Surrendered
incite the timid prayer
nor like himself the art
woos, as he states us by his son
their going is not
a value struggle it exist
if the life be too surrendered
the things that death will buy
to find that what one waked for,
When The Grave And In My Wondering Hand
but instinct esteem him
clasped yet to him and me,
and in my wondering hand
just when the grave and i
and when we turned to note the growth
the winds did buy it of the woods
the bird would not arise
a rich man might not notice it
he's a transitive fellow very
a value struggle it exist
how foreign that can be
we ignorant must be
the need did not reduce
when it is lost, that day shall be
he'd be too tall, the tallest one
Gratitude Is Not The Heavens Weighed The Mention
only god detect the sorrow
gratitude is not the mention
the poverty that was not wealth
a value struggle it exist
we bought to ease their place
our share of morning
the heavens weighed the most by far
As Well To Me
too rescued fear too dim to me
it's too rouge
it was a little tie
to him, it would be death
a pope, or something of that kind!
still, had it such a value
what would the dower be,
if you should get there first
i am not used to hope
as if for you to choose,
i liked as well to see
for thinking while i die