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Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Assistant

Whilst I sit by and watch my craft
Be writ, be made, be dyed and cast

I sit outside the circle and
Wish just for once they’d let me in.

Instead, nonesuch, I’ll bide my time,
‘til one day this will sure be mine.

But times I find it’s hard to wait…
I idle by, to hope for fate

As if one has some grand control
Of how the gods my life they dole.

How foolish I to think such things…
I wait, instead, while curtains cling.

But all import to keep in sight
That mine someday the circle might

Then I’ll peek out and wish me free
To look again within and dream


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