Endless Pardons

The way that once was
and the endless pardons
given by vain hands.

Hands that only wanted
what was best
in the beginning,
must separate from us.
We must separate from them.

True life beats in the making
of us all.
We must grip that making
at some point
and feed ourselves,
believe ourselves
in dangerous times.

Because these chances at growth
are not prepared for all.
Making so sad a loosening grip
and such everlasting height
for those who stand tall.

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