Wednesday, 24 April 2013

April the 24th

DAY 24

Why can't I ever find the right thing to say?
I am forever with the wrong words at the wrong time
My wisdom will always sounds more like wit
when it tries to come and linger and offer its services. 
My hope will always sounds more like anger,
I could never be a Judge, my justice sounds like vengeance! 
But still people turn to me and more I am beginning to see,
to listen and not to speak my whimsical wisdom. 

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