Poem:

Enough.

dedicated to my wife
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It’s the hunger not the greed
That pulls me deep-

It’s the food not the feast which
I look for from my honest deed

It’s my need not the desire
That makes me speak

It’s my passion not imagination
that makes me seek

It’s the sun and the rain
Against which I look for bliss

It’s the sweat and the blood
That builds my creed

It’s my head should it be cut!
But it’s my soul which bears all strength

It’s my love not a row
That sows in such heat

It’s the truth not the pain
That drives me against you all

It’s my belief not blindness
That creates greatness

It’s what I will, not what I feel,
To go forth and struggle free

It’s the moment when I find myself
Against the same species

It’s the time when I go
Against all I loved

It’s the time—it’s the hour
I will not turn back
From what i have now adhered,

You can tear me apart
And cut me half
But this head will never bow.
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