Tuesday, May 22, 2007

In All

To each his own, his own in All…
For the friends, and the lovers
And the ones who do fall.

For the crooks, and the cynics
And the ones who do play
For the chiefs, and the hands
And the ones who’ve turned grey.

For the ones in the dark,
And the ones with great eyes
For the peasants, and the riches
And the ones who will lie.

For the priests, and the vessels
Even the ones who will crawl…

There can be treasures to each...
There can be crystals in All.