Necessary Equals by Stewart Stafford
The grandest hearth cannot warm,
Once grave chills touch the aged,
The beggar donates his last coin,
At a counting house of the well-waged.
The giant is meek and misunderstood,
As the slighted short one grows fiery,
Life’s spun gold pawned for pennies,
The stricken strive to buy back entirely.
In old age, winter shadows lengthen,
As babes on tiptoes crave growth,
So-called leaders spit out patron’s lies,
As a street madman roars his frank oath.
Opposing siblings they are, but needed,
Fellow travellers orbit on a path seeded.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.
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