When we were young, and bruised of knee,
We'd tell ourselves stories about the future.
We'd say how clever, beautiful, and rich we'd be.
And what we'd look for in a suitor.
We'd think of our houses, or castles,
With a partner we loved more than life.
Our kids, those adorable little hassles,
And a job with tons of money, but no strife.
We'd think about our...destiny,
This perfect life, with no worry.
And a moment, with clear chemistry,
Where we knew we were right, in our theory.
Now I'm older, and somewhat lesser in surety,
Instead of looking for the perfect moment,
I feel the peace, with love and purity,
Happiness in the life I have chosen.
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I love ending the evening with a good, well formed piece of art and it is yours that I’m calling such tonight. Great alternating rhyming, uplifting subject matter, and a sound moral to the poem: it is through charity and purity that we experience the highest degree of freedom for which he have been created. Well done Bing! Now please do tell us a little bit about yourself on your home page here...
Thank you very much!
Good positive write. Enjoy each moment, they are all special.
Thank you very much, I endeavour to! And I hope you enjoy as many moments as I.
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