the porcelain face smiles
lined with all the many miles
behind twinkling eyes
that belies the painful tries
in this sack of bones
where sinew and muscle moans
bloated with the salty tears
the murdered joys the giant fears
in a universe of loneliness
the guttural moan resists
the flagging spirit the drying dust
the lacking of merit the arthritic rust
carry on you must
you must
in the clogged throat
a painful stone
swim the moat
unleash the groan
tumble in life through the strife
like a stone worn smooth
polish the edges of your life
find the kernel the truth