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The Folly of Young Men
The Folly of Young Men Here we are, here we stand In our freedom; this new land. Here we are, here we fall Alone in independence’s hall. For when our families we rush to leave It is our inner… Continue reading
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Sitting in the Crow’s Nest
Sitting in the crow’s nest Above the main sail of my life My gaze on the horizon, doth rest. Which appears choppy, unruly, and full of strife. This life-vessel rocks back-and-forth Vacillating on the mood-waves. Somedays, I… Continue reading
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Delight
Delight A bit of parchment in the old and damp Dingy desk Delights the poet. A bit of pavement underneath the tried and true Tire tread Transports this reliable bicycle. A bit of peace in this borrowed breath… Continue reading
