Where compromise dies

That best unkept
secret –
as the uniformity
of the truth
goes deeper
than the roots
of the
Mighty Oak.

The equality
harnessed
at the end
of the journey.

On those grounds
where compromise
does not exist.

The sooner
we surmise
that we ain’t
getting out
alive –

the better
we’ll be able
define that
line to
the divine.

By endeavoring
to be refined.

As I walked in Baltimore National cemetery.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes