Wednesday, May 9, 2012

The Soul of Job

Job kills joy, but
Fills solace,
Time leaps and
Tears comfort.....

Job chokes humble happiness, but
Chats silently to the aching soul
Time is rolling eternally and
Treats falsely the feverish souls

But my job is my own
I will never let it go
I will never let it desert me
I will be the soul of job.

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