Inspire, transpire to move empires with your words.
Create knowledge, acknowledge the ones that are great.
If that’s your fate to create.
Allow your imagination to transform topics.
Procreate, if you wish; love like a Chinese proverb in a dish.
Do what you wish; follow your heart that’s a start.
Never depart, the words you once wrote while you transformed a page with a calligraphy pen. While others danced around you; committing great sins.
Dance to the waltz, and enjoy a ballet before our hairs turn old and grey.
Youth flies by so fast, like a seven forty seven jet plane gliding through the rain.
Copyright © Jayme Chapin | Year Posted 2021
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