Bone

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

Every soul carries a skeleton

Waiting to rest

But where?

Every bone can be polished

Tapped, set, or scratched

But why?

Every life has its good

And bad, and what we live for

But when?

We move the bones

We wake and rest

All these; only ourselves can answer.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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