The words are mine the thoughts universal
See the brilliance of youth’s potential
My own life inconsequential
Sands of time deplete, replete
Not ours to own or keep
Long enough to mete
Hills not too steep
Babies creep
I sleep
Deep
© 2011 Michael Yost
Wonderful what you’ve done with form and unforced but effective rhyming. I feel another etheree coming on!!!
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It’s lots of fun to let them come.
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A sage poem,,, so true very little we can actually possess for it goes back to the earth when we pass this way, except as you cleverly say in your first sentence “the words are mine”
cheers,
joanny
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nice of you to stop by and leave a comment.
this could be a rap song.
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Thanks for stopping by. The comments mean a lot.
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Nice with smooth flow
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Thanks for saying and again thanks for your visits.
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Wonderful. Sometimes what we call our own is actually universal.
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Thanks for the comments and the visit.
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Sleep deep.
Enjoyed my visit here tonight, Michael. Thanks for the gift of your work.
Jamie
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It’s always an honor to have you come over.
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