A Headstone To Knights And Knaves Poem by Bryan Taplits

A Headstone To Knights And Knaves

There is no glue that binds one to
And hugs as much as feelings,
But a wise man decides when he‘s had enough
So chooses other stuff-
And heads for what‘s appealing.

But that man is usually born alone
And he dies alone-
A bondsman at his tiller,
When he lives, indeed he may fly-
But when he dies, he perpetually dies-
And the in-betweens?
Unrecoverable-
And is naught-caulked like filler.

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