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Tears of sorrow flow as rivers from my eyes while I put my pens and pencils away to never to grace a page again small cardboard box their final place of rest. Why such sadness, I know not maybe it is saying goodbye to a friend, one who understood me so fully let me crawl around inside myself. Quite possibly this was only beginning knowing this elusive person within with desire to learn so much more now, I suppose, I will never know. Pencils are stowed and left to grow old wooden shafts left to age into dry mottled dust and pens’ indigo liquid destined to vanish leaving only an empty plastic shell. With only these remnants left to remind of thoughts and emotions once scribed now evoke within me a dark depressing thought of words I might have penned. Aged and grey some distant day to come in my favorite chair, a rocker, I sit staring vacantly through cataract coated eyes thinking of what things might have been. Many a responsibility have I neglected while traveling within my mind give cause for your final sentence of death unfair since you merely exist that is all. So now I must grow-up once more youthfulness again lost to reason and logic bliss of carefree imagination is gone fading in clarity to a distant rare thought. Now the small coffin is cradled in my arms destined for fiery and complete destruction I ponder consequences of the acts to follow as a question of fidelity comes to mind. I do not aspire to arrogant fame and fortune only seek to escape my own worldly bonds these some-day artifacts of this life past have been forever faithful to me. Now to my desk I return the small box carefully filled with priceless treasure pens and pencils returned to their niche never to stray long from my hand. From this moment forth, I do profess this gift bestowed not to be squandered for anyone endowed with even a token of skill mortally wounds their soul if suppressed. (Edited and retitled from a previously submitted poem)
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