My Eminence
Quiet and serene as I sit alone to dream
of all the wonderful yesteryears that's brought me to this stream.
The remembering of running barefoot through all the shrubs and trees. The
taking in all natures gifts, tasting of the breeze.
Picking gladdi's an all the likes
pretending to be balm,
free from all lifes hard work that made it worth the strain.
Now I sit with a smile on my face,
because I've earned my fame.
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