Deeds

Deeds

Don’t feel alone
Your deeds are your theme
If on wrong path they fall
They can open the way to hell
Every deed is a monument
They change every moment
Every deed should be right
They are like a running dove
Catch them and love
Every deed makes your fate
The prison of fear is what they break
They are like a great hill
Conquered by a Goodman’s will
On good and bad they feed
They are deeds, they are deeds.

Poem by: Annie N M