Monday, 16 January 2017

Choice lost

S.D. Sycther

Does that mean the same that choice lost is the voice lost;
Or does anything mean the same at many many a cost.
If dries the summer and begins the rain and stands he throughout frost;
Then why search baby and why search when thy shall never find paradise lost;
Then why search baby and why search when thy shall never find paradise lost;

Sit long the bushy trails as the mountains have lost in timeless frame;
Indeed the rest the beasts of wild and beasts needed an effort to tame;
To tame them so become they wild again;
And then they run in the happiness of shame;
Do they remain such and do they remain the same.
If there was no me, there was no glory and fame.

Choice lost buddy so lose your heart;
And remember time lost many years never depart.
Never found you many choices there lie many voices of heart.
Choice lost buddy so lose your heart.
And shall you lose thy opinion in past;
And find you never voices shall last.
And Fidel's memory Sycther's own mast.
Magician, he is so choices ran past.

=s=

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