When Each Day, Fate Shatters Thy Clock
When each day, Fate shatters thy clock
And weeping whispers eat thy soul
Should thou hide under a huge rock
Or go fishing at thy best hole?
When low dark clouds, cast bitter lights
With dawn's sweet birth so far away
Gaze thee not at alluring sights
For tarrying will make thee pay!
When each hour, cuts like a hot knife
Thy mind screams for it all to stop
Consider, thy fighting such strife
Well before the big hammers drop!
When dark falters, thy heart may see
Moon and bright stars shining at night
Hope is not being a dead tree
Morn's blessing coming into sight.
When each day, Fate shatters thy clock
And weeping whispers eat thy soul
Should thou hide under a huge rock
Or go fishing at thy best hole?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-21-2016
Poetry form , Repeated Lin 8's
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 133
18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.
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