in the crossroad, where excuses <br />no one. everybody is something <br />to everyone. <br /> <br />waiting is the game, and standing <br /> is waiting, the last day <br />to serve <br /> <br />judgment is something new, <br />for everybody is few, render <br />still wait, to the haze that <br />gaze <br /> <br />oh! hear my soul, make the <br />lord thy God be told, in all <br />heart that fold <br /> <br />awake! renew! rejoice! <br />who once subdue, the earth <br />review <br /> <br /> where the crossroads meet <br /> stands the end <br /> that begins<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossroad-5/
