Fairer Days

We buried our treasure
To let it mature;
Then away,
We set sail
To a far away shore.

Sure enough
We got there,
And the thoughts we prepared,
For to share,
Wore away
On the battled sea fare.

Are we stuck in this place
Rattled bones,
Tattered face,
With a trace of our sum
When we started this race?

One day, know the weather
Will bring us all back,
With the treasure we’ve gained
As we journeyed our trek.
And the pleasure much greater
Though at present we fret.
It will all come around
In the end.
Keep your Faith in respect.

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