Acceptable
Acceptable
Who says, who decides
On light smooth paths or heavy tides?
The bearded man may choose our rides,
Her feathers tread, her hammer hides.
Who tells, who sustains
While voices hush and looks disdain?
The legal course avoiding pain,
Her windows cracked allowing rain.
Who sings, who creates
Bent breezes topple grounds of slate?
The musician bound by sorrows fate,
Her choices served upon a plate.
Who lifts, whose embrace
Will lay your head on beds of lace?
The companions of a weathered face,
Her wealth inside a bolted case.
Who wins, who comes first
What changes made will not be cursed?
The average man is not immersed,
Her mind stores keys, but lips are pursed.
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