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descending from the high chambers of the guff

every (wo)man when born is a mere diamond in the rough

one that must be properly polished to hopeful perfection

yet receives a few nasty nicks in the inner/outer beauty

along the lengthy journey's way

and sometimes the trip's peddled path is weighed down

with doubt and disappointment from overly screened

expectations and unforseen delay

and concern for the vulnerable souls involved is brought to

the brink by the hands of the human unwilling to pay

much of what each of us knows is an argued given but

quite obviously a miss established must

just who really gave us our individual lives

was it GOD?

some seem to query and question where does the soul go

when the body is nothing more than dust

back to the guff why of course

not quite, but  it is returned to a similar source

back to a brother chamber to protect only the deserving mass

for where man ends

the soul ascends

and time just keeps continuing to pass...........

(written Feb.27,1993am)