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we have Convents, Churches, and Clubs...
Convents for the closed hearts, Churches for the open hearts and, Clubs for the lost hearts.
We have streets, sties, and stairs...
Streets for the vagabond, sties for the prodigal, stairs for the wanderer.
We have Heavens, Hades, and Halls...
Heavens for the saints, Hades for the evil and Halls for the living
We have Pains, Pleasures, and Picnics...
Pains for the unlucky, pleasures for the well placed and picnics for the tender hearts
We have Love, Lust, and Leisure...
Love for the immortal, Lust for the simple and Leisure for the mortal.
So don't weep sweet heart...You surely belong. The doors will open and you will rest a night;
not in the cave of sweet dreams but on the paths of bitter but interesting realities.
And, you'll be home. Home, in the heights of joy, home in the sea of trouble...home at last.
poem
by
Timothy muggaga
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