Cornucopia of Sins

Poem from my book.

A cornucopia of sins, a helicopter of hope;
Like sugar to black coffee, it sweetens the dope.


Seventeen crows sitting on a wire;
Remember me; remember...the faint voice flickers like fire.


Cobwebs in a corner, lest not forget;
The meek inherit the earth, in stone it is set.


A deafness approaches, stronger than before;
Your armor weak, enemies may break down the door.


Hope is heartfelt, a thief in the night;
No place for luck, when life forces the fight.


Weary you grow, docile with force;
Deviate for no one, steady your course.


Death inevitable, but, no means to an end;
Careful with haste, wrong messages it can send.


Nearing the close be true to thine own;
That dithering light is the key to my thrown.


Free will, a glorious birthright to all;
Those who steal it, they too shall fall.


A strong heart, your signature, the final beat;
Conquer your life; defy all the odds, that's when we shall meet.