Seventh

For the longest of time,
I am my `ol dead rhyme
threading on a thin fine line
together with my partner in crime.

In days long and short,
the time span was a knot,
exploring unseen valued fort
clogging conscience with a clot.

Seven has its deadly sin;
them days had its worthy hint;
and I now have a wife deep within
to game and to play the life I am in.