William Darnell Sr Poet Prose

My Fray

Here I sit, diving into some wits, 
 my mind over, at this time 
Looking for some intellect to jot down 
Then, I came across these words in my mind. 

It is with the muse, that comes to take up,
With my pen to these words, I do write
With the memories of my past, I can seek 
They were good times, and bad times, passed. 

Though the journey hard
Those times have I flown
I have no more misery
That need to hold out in my storms. 

Those times have defined I, 
And these words, as I write
It's time to find an end to my fray, 
As I, last write.

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