A puppet cannot move
Once the strings are cut
A broken puppet does not talk
Doesn't laugh or strut
A man is not a puppet
For broken though he be
He dances, loves, hopes and fears
And sings so jauntily
But the shards of glass that was his heart
May make him wish he could fall apart
A puppet cannot move
Without a man to move it
Lying prone in a heap
Is the only thing that behooves it
But a puppet cannot heal
Unlike a man of grace
Who surrenders in the place
To eat the heavenly meal
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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