Licks Abound

Licks abound shall only end in pain
Just as ye who knoweth truth may
Only gain ground beyond the sanctuary of your wisdom.
A life of wise content, drifting within descent
Shall only leave you awaiting the call of freedom.
Just as the farmhand, just as the shepherd
Is herded himself by his flock, always are his companions
Taking stock of their masters anguish,
They learn not to languish too long upon the temptation
Of leading the shepherd beyond redemption
Into the shadow lands that beckon beyond the illusion of self pity.
This our purpose, to exist, to live, breathe, smile,
This is our purpose, to wear our hearts upon our sleeves
Hoping no one will knock us so hard we won’t be able
To get on back upon again to keep on walking.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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