This Journey So Short:
Thy nights are full of longing and despair,
And my days are filled in much the same way,
I long to live without a single care,
It is possible, for this I do pray.
Most tell you that this cannot be achieved,
But I believe that miracles come true,
For far too long now I have sat and grieved,
Over misspent time and indulgence too.
So try I shall to live a life worthwhile,
One with substance and meaning to its end,
Have walked this road for many a mile,
Into every valley, mountain and bend.
At times I'll still feel left out in the cold,
This journey so short, and mine is untold.
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(Ten syllables per line)
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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