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Wisdom can become you, as we age.
Your life experience will make you a Sage.
The years go by so quickly,
turn the page.

This World is a "funny" place,
filled with laughter and dread,
until the hateful rhetoric about Race,
smacks you, on the side of your head.

The best part of living this long,
are all the friends you made.
The worst part appears to be,
how many friends are no longer here.
Life can be fickle. Being strong to endure,
for all the factors attached are obscure.
I miss my friends; my memories do recall,
all the good things, Spring, Summer and Fall.
The best part of life have roared fast,
a blink of the eye, it's now past.
Put your trust in your Lord above,
remembering to cherish; remember to love.

The Sun is rising
on this wonderful day.
Here I sit with
my hands of clay,
knuckles most sore.
This I am sure,
too bad there isn't
a simple cure.

I will capture the Moon
and the Stars.
I will go where ever you are,
for you are my life,
no matter how far
your mind wanders from me.
Over tall mountains
across the vast sea
it only matters to me,
to be close to you.
It matters not, where you are,
I'll be here for you, tis my vow,
across all the deserts,
on hand and knee,
just to be closer.
Closer to thee.

I see you there.
You're not looking well.
Are you now amongst,
those in the living Hell?

Don't measure me as a man,
for I do the best I can.
No longer a kindly soul
but one confused in turmoil.

He sprang.
He sprung.
He hopped about.
Please my Lord,
let me out,
for my mind
has now left me.
For I no longer see,
the good in this humanity,
when your life is a bore
counting the victims,
of a virus score.

blossoms in the spring
now falling from barren limbs
snowflakes

If it is the light of no doubt,
must we hurry and scurry about,
or look to the heaven above
with hope, courage and undying love?

The quiet night flows over me,
no moonlight now, nothing to see.

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