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Aging with all its lessons is wonderful. |
Necessary Aging Youth passions have vanished, wise sanity returns, life’s natural grateful progression. Reckless actions banished, no life-or-death concerns, my body is in my possession. Wasted-youth memories fading into long past. My before increasingly shallowed, my documentaries teaching me angst surpassed. Peaceful happiness foreshadowed Blood Quill form . I have thought of my death and wondered the timing. Have I done all I could? Will I leave lives untouched how many lives untouched Poetry Lost in my Mind (Blood Quill) I have thousands of rhymes urging long to come out, and be written on paper with pen, but then countless of times I get lost in my doubt, Will I write them down? I don't know when. I have poetry trapped in the wilds of my mind, I must try to provide it a way for the road to be mapped, and then maybe I'll find that my muse has been lead all astray Poetic Justice (Blood Quill) I will tell you a tale of a powerful guild, with brave members all over the Horde; And not once would they fail, for this group was so skilled, with a feather they held like a sword. They fought till the last breath, whether theirs or their kill, and the ground trembled hard with a thud; With their enemies death, in their heart was a quill, and a poem was written in blood. |