Partial
Trite and Fear they are one thing.
I nicely think they are my friends,
As holes filter through the clouds;
I wish that I could scuttle through-
And notice all the intricate,
Angels of mercy that passed my by,
Who understood my deepest pang?
By noticing all the fleeing tests-
For Suns go down and Life Goes On,
And Betterment and the Better;
Are Sooner Gonged,
Then Halflings and Saints,
And Partials Better,
For my and others who live by the letter-
I nicely think they are my friends,
As holes filter through the clouds;
I wish that I could scuttle through-
And notice all the intricate,
Angels of mercy that passed my by,
Who understood my deepest pang?
By noticing all the fleeing tests-
For Suns go down and Life Goes On,
And Betterment and the Better;
Are Sooner Gonged,
Then Halflings and Saints,
And Partials Better,
For my and others who live by the letter-