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I questioned Heaven,
Asked what grain of worth
Might this life of mine,
Artless and uneventful,
Mean in the grand scheme of things.
Acqua..
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When soldiers die, a nation sadly mourns
heroes who will never return.
If only their sacrifice ended wars,
allowed boys to grow old,
countries..
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again last night
I walked the streets
of Crystal City,
spent timelessness
with dear family saints
I used to know,
then dawn slid light
bene..
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seconds
seem to race from us
as if they have somewhere to go
unlike hours
that travel slowly across time;
yet in retrospect, they too
fly by..
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wounds in time will heal
unless
we dwell on their ugliness
the torn ragged skin
the fear
that scars will teach us nothing
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love is an investment
we make in youth
hoping in old age
it will pay dividends
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answers
to life
are not forthcoming
unless we know how
to ask questions,
word them
in
a way
they make sense
to those we ask
and know first..
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deer in my headlights,
lost from your prance to the woods,
we all find our way
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on the pond’s surface
lily pads ride the ripples
of the mirrored moon
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JANgle your pocket coins,
FEBrile contact with hard metal:
MARket fare to flash out there.
APpreciating life beyond loot
MAY earn you value po..
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