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My Life


As a little boy, I was brought upon this world

In my mind, the thoughts that churned

A wise child, I process what I'd learned

Like a child, my imagination swirled

What wonders of art, my thoughts unfurled

So I dabble in poetry, as a boy who yearned

But then I played with fire, and burned

Higher opportunities, flew and twirled

Now I fix my errors, as a man

Responsibility is mines, and mine alone

Trying to fix what's lost, and improve what's sown

So I can be remembered, as the poet who can.

 

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