THE SCALE
I would measure deeds on the scale
Adorn the time with the pendulum
Wondering how sand walk on her.
Taking time to understand as the fine dust I am.
I would return, grey or not.
I would measure again and again to be sure.
Many do too.
I cannot afford to be nonchalant, otherwise, what price I'd pay.
I would lay thinking
Walking, doing all I can.
I'd measure again,
Staying stable to be fair enough.
What exactly is fair.
What exactly is the measurement of standard.
I would do all and be all in every best I can.
Hoping never to be found wanting.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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