“To Them That Know” — A Poem by Prince Will 👁️

Until I crawl myself out of my shell,
And behold the sun, the moon and the stars,
In ignorance I shall never foretell,
The gay greatness of the plain planet Mars.

Until I unveil from my gory sight,
The drips and drops of blood from yesterday;
In the blindness of the bat’s happy night,
I shall see not the beauty of today.

For it’s no man’s choice to be born with eyes,
That he should be so forced with them to see;
But oh, let he who has a brain be wise,
To know it when to sit and when to flee.

Behold, the path is laid to them that know
The secrets of the sun, moon, rain and snow.

About the Author

Prince Will👁️

Poet, with a special love for rhymes.
Great insights. I write poetry of different categories. Respect for the eye 👁️,that sees a message in everything.

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