07-30-2014, 09:34 AM
a poem for Wanders ... also a poem that reveals how STO is in fact also STS ... the only what to mess up service is to take the service away
The Crooked Man
By Robert K. Wahl ©
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
woundedhealer@live.com
A crooked man walked a crooked road on broken crutch & cane
With wandering wobble he went awry in relentless wretched pain.
And on his road he chanced to meet one lost upon his way
So when he turned to pass him by, he heard this blind man say,
“I see you stumble with a stick & broken branch of tree,
So let me offer you an arm & you in turn, an eye, lend me”
So a pact was made by each that day, to share & share alike,
Each would give what each could give, to ease the others plight.
And as they traveled down life’s road, they found it now went straight;
The twists & turns; holes, rocks & roots, seemed now so few of late.
And at the close of journey’s day, one would say t’other,
“’Though only-born I am, now I find, in truth, I have a brother.”
By Robert K. Wahl ©
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
woundedhealer@live.com
A crooked man walked a crooked road on broken crutch & cane
With wandering wobble he went awry in relentless wretched pain.
And on his road he chanced to meet one lost upon his way
So when he turned to pass him by, he heard this blind man say,
“I see you stumble with a stick & broken branch of tree,
So let me offer you an arm & you in turn, an eye, lend me”
So a pact was made by each that day, to share & share alike,
Each would give what each could give, to ease the others plight.
And as they traveled down life’s road, they found it now went straight;
The twists & turns; holes, rocks & roots, seemed now so few of late.
And at the close of journey’s day, one would say t’other,
“’Though only-born I am, now I find, in truth, I have a brother.”