A garden instead

A house sans garden ,
goblets sans wine ,
or beauty sans mercy –
all remind us,
remind us of morbidity ,
futile futile! their empty existence
O Lord grant us ,
grant us a garden instead !
with a free flow of wine
and a merciful angel divine
waiting to anoint love,
upon tired wings ready
to fly a thousand mile
and broken heart young enough
to cross seven seas
help me my Lord !
to contain such feelings
my inebriated soul stupefied
my wavering legs tipsy …

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