I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I have been both with means and in lack
But always grateful for a swift breakthrough.
I have considered the centuries
And found an abode within the present.
I have counted my former hours
And scry the future for what might be left.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2025 17:18
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very nice a life well lived that despite problems and errors even regrets still looking forward to the future.
Nicely expressed write over the trials and tribulations of a life lived, but is looking forward to tomorrow, enjoyed the read
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