A Mission
A poem a day keeps my sanity at bay,
So will I write ‘till the end of my days;
For other souls too with troubles in life,
“Hope’s abound in the world of dismay!”
Like an alchemists dream to turn things to gold,
So will I with pen and journal grasped;
With the best of my words must men understand,
Wisdom are treasures divinely grand.
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