The Last LaughA Poem by PetePursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. - Thoreau![]() They ridicule me and mock my God. Cross-eyed and charlatan. But when they're tired from running to and fro and going nowhere. Asleep. Like lambs to the slaughter and lost sheep. Without a peep. With joy on my sleeve and peace in my heart. Embarking on a fresh start. I get out of the boat and walk on the water. Separating the wheat from the chaff. I have ... ...the last laugh ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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