On the outskirts of sobriety he sits waiting for forgiveness
A loyal companion lays beside his feet, panting from the heat
The world -still turning- left him behind years ago
And never thought to slow enough to let him keep pace
For those who think they turn the world or even keep it spinning
Know that we are no different from this soul who fell from grace
The day will come when we all sit at the same table to eat
And find, for our meal, what we get is what we gave
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