Stoicism

I hold riches in light esteem
Power I laugh to scorn
And lust for fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn

And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is "Unlock the heart that now I bear
And give me liberty."

Each passsing day nears the goal
It's all that I implore
In life and death, a chainless soul
With courage to endure

© 2001 Butch Maxwell

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