Seven sins in seven Days
Sunday: Too Proud Too Proud,
a Little more Humble from dusk till Dawn.
Monday: Lazy Me, Alarm Clocks Buzz reminds me of Pewter and Age,
diligently awaking to find the Way.
Tuesday: Not a word in edgewise as Vengeance is mine fury
the Sin a Little more Kind a Little more Kind.
Eyes on the Prize is the Prize even mine
Jealous and envy a friend left Me Behind.
Thursday: Temper tantrum mellow down lift the Lady off the ground.
A Thunderclap slap as flies buzzes around I’m yearning and Learning
The whole year round.
Friday: Bull Headed and dreaming a ten penny nail of schemes through a Burden
A Hill left to climb.
Saturday: Samsonite Luggage a struggle through Mud
my earnings and Learning and on through the Month.
The Sun and the Moon
An Achilles heel Life
I’ll stew as Im stirred seeking faces In Light.
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