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If mine heart should speak, let it speak so well; 
For I may not have another time to tell. 
Let me say it straight; let me say it clear, 
It may not be so loud but the deaf can hear. 

It's for the sane to commend me of my views 
And for the fools to take me as a foe; 
For my word shall either be sweet or foul 
But it bears the frankness of my soul. 

The sheer desire for wealth or fame 
I apt no more for all is vain. 
It's good enough for me to see 
That I've lived a life in each passing day. 

When a man is young he's at his best 
And a merry soul has no time to rest. 
But life's like hanging on a ledge 
The soul is weakened at the ripe old age. 

No amount of sleep shall recompense or mend 
Of a good dream lost to awakening; 
So as a speeding star in a tranquil gaze 
That fell so sudden before a wish. 

The time that flies and makes one old 
Burgeons the burdens of an old man's load. 
It shall be heavier when he departs 
If he'll bear the laments of a shattered heart. 

Life is doomed and to cease one day; 
Not a single soul can choose to stay. 
Better pave a way for the saints to stroll 
So that bad old serpent could tempt no more. 

Then for my own sake I'll pray with them 
That my soul be freed from the hell's domain. 
And my heart won't dare to sing again 
Those mournful lines of life's refrain. 

A blissful sunset shall start to thrive 
Nocturnal solace upon my head. 
Then it shall be on the day I die 
When flowers bloom and birds do fly. 

Author:  Jecon B. Nadela 
Date & Time of Writing: 
10 May 2014 ; 2:03pm - 3:21pm 


Thanks God I'm writing again.

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