So the ’Sage is known to wage the War of Life that marks this age
No, that’s a stage and one can’t gauge…
THIS RHYME HAS BEEN ABANDONED
Start over, Chris. (Maybe a song inspired by Joe Versus the Volcano? “Brain Cloud,” to the tune of “Born Free”? NO.) Okay:
Your hands are yours. You’ve used yours well.
Love flows through them; they don’t repel.
You craft and sculpt and thus impel
That love to reach into a shell
Or pendant, cross, perhaps a bell
Whatever sculpted thing you sell
(Or give, or keep; each way is swell)
So scraps of love head out pell-mell
Amongst your friends, your loves, your selves
(“Contain multitudes”: at that? Excel!)
The world improves through love, I yell
And improves through you. That, I tell.