When Time pays a visit,
He must go to the Door.
Or else he'll be shocked
He don't live there no more.
But if he finds Reason
Out the Window he'll look.
On the Eve of decision,
He'll turn for a nook.
This thought could go onwards
Still Time marches on.
One Path or Another,
What could be the Harm?
To make a Decision
From Heart, Head to Hands:
Some Words that could change
The Shape of His Plans.
Who knows what he'll choose,
Can a blessing it be,
Whether Right, Left, or Straight,
Any of three?
Or does the Master choose Rightly
To tell him what's Right?
Only one Way to go
To know earthly Delight?
Whate'er he will do,
Closed lips he must seek,
For Wisdom can come
From Honeyed Hot Tea.
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