She Came - Poem by Barry Conway

SHE CAME

SHE CAME TO ME,
AS A THIEF COMES TO A WINDOW,
STARED INTO ME,
SEEKING AN ADVANTAGE.

SWEET GENTLE NATURE,
IS NOT ALWAYS,
THE GOODNESS WE ASPIRE TO,
IT LEAVES A DOOR,
THAT OTHERS RUSH THROUGH.


IT IS THE DECISION,
ONE OF BALANCE,
WETHER TO BE EXPLOITED,
FOR BEING ASPIRATIONAL.

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