You are a Charity to This Sphere

The thorns you've worn and earned and well,
from liars, cheats and dogs of Hell
that lay (or sought) beside, inside, and fled
from promises made in a jading bed.
But all are not as bent as those
who made their choice and folly chose
to be their path, and earn your wrath
and prize their lies with evil laugh.
There are those who dare to hold
more than flesh, more than moments sold
for less than told, to cast adrift
this precious soul, this precious gift.
For you are a charity to this sphere,
of this I am certain, that you are most dear.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
For a dear friend going through a rough patch.