At the Brim of Tolerance

Every star is not resplendent,
All creeks don’t lead to sea,
Through dangers impendent,
Sailors bring fortune with glee.

Even the moon has coverts,
And the roses have thorns.
Trees give shade for poverts,
For the needy, flowers become adorns.

If it gets hard to take one more breath,
Recollect that there’s a heart,
Constantly pounding till death,
For you, Inside the body, till you part.

Two feet bearing your burden,
Could only go where you lead them,
Guide them and you’ll achieve guerdon,
On the summit you’ll stem your life.



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