Here I Muse, Here I Live

Why should I 
Worry about, if 
My quill dabbles 

In musing 
When only 
The aging brain speaks?

Why should I 
Slave ole self whining 
Or give a fig

For what others say?
Ahh, let them 
Spill what they may!

I 
Only be
In silent gaze,

‘Cos...
Here I muse,
Here I live, bravely!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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