I have deviated from the strict Iambic Pentameter and used only 9 syllables for the second , sixth, and tenth lines. I figure if Shakespeare could get away with it ....
On Growing Older Than I Am Alas, this growing older than I am drained me of the will to search for more my life consumed incessantly with spam I stood a vagrant beggar at the door naked beneath the trappings of old skin gazing through windowless cloudy past as life, I’d truly love to live again, roams freely through the shadows I have cast So as I stiffen now inside this crate hear sad footsteps slowly mark my fate I must admit I never made this date nor planned to leave the party quite so late Thus, in the silence, I shall take my leave dream of the life I lived and will not grieve. 4/22/2017 submitted to – YOU 20 Years From Now – Poetry Contest
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