“Leave this world better than you came to it”
words lured out from countless different throats,
aphorisms their old dreams intuit,
donned now in these cold years like warm coats.

Words lured out from countless different throats,
languish there as bricks in a chimney shaft
donned now in these cold years like warm coats,
below, smoke billowing a hearty laugh.

Languish there as bricks in a chimney shaft,
below, smoke billowing a hearty laugh
aphorisms their old dreams intuit
“Leave this world better than you came to it.”