Years
Years do not matter.
My eyes are worn with care beyond my years;
My speech laden with words before my years;
My mind burdened with thoughts about my years;
We work so hard to prolong our years,
But it is how we live them that matters most;
For I would rather live as a beggar, humble but honest
For 30 years
Than a tyrant, cruel and unloved
For 80.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2011
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