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I await the comfort
Of not worrying in my old age
Of not worrying about the cares
That cause my hair to gray
Someday when time ceases to run down sky
And my velvety slick skin transforms into wrinkles 
Crammed with memories in every crease 
Grooves that declare the sage in my persona
My soul will be as young as the day I put this pen to this paper
Indefinitely 

Souls! Oh desolate souls wishing to be ripe
Craving to be picked off the tree of Mortal Wounds and Deserted Dreams
To be put into the crust of Eternity
Tomorrow is never today, it seems that Potential skipped the memo

Hope is the most precious thing in the universe, if used right

Someday, if we all pitch in
To save souls, to salvage the world
Cut all foolish aspirations of the insignificant
Ideas and green pieces of paper that buys everything except happiness
Love is the wisdom that glues all hearts together
Love one another, like brothers, and sisters, of a lesser form
Perhaps, maybe someday, I will say

“Today, I will not have to worry, once and for all”

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