GENTLE SOUL

Man tasked to man my life
My life; my business, my duty
Duty calls and I respond
My response reveals my gentle soul
My soul, solely fighting to win eternity
Eternity, that unending journey of life

The journey of life ........
Often times we trek with threats
Volume of accompanying curses
Refuse! Seek refuge, granny advises
Fall back and attempt no defence
That grows in pride and arrogance

Many words and deed - evil will get at you
Tens, hundreds, millions, billions
Uncountable they may be
Be prepared to respond
Often times but sometimes,
With the speech of silence;
The voice of a gentle soul

By:artnoblesexpressions

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