Once Cradle And Flop Poem by George Samuel

Wash and wasted
The wish of man is wasted
Unless the soul that is preciously purged
When the spirit through salvation rush
Poor bones your flush into earthen sink is sure

Though thy brethren may bring you tears
As you walk through dark dungeon of fear
And walk into jaws of deep endless eternity
A countryside where the language is reality
There you may learn

That when time is come non may refuse him alms
Not flesh not blood
Not love though it be fervent as the ocean flood
Not will except it be divine
Nothing riches can be in
Along the long way of blue and black
There the beauty of a once cradle nature shall crack