My Life In Rhyme
Do you seek the wonder
Of my youth cast asunder
When time was immaterial
And death seemed somewhat ethereal
There were times when I was broken so bad
That all that was left was consolation so terribly sad
Did I look at life through a glass onion
That twisted the light this way and that in exhibition
Do I stand up now and sing
Or cry to the world I regret some things
Terrible it may seem at the time
Now done am I lost in my life of rhyme.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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