40A Poem by Brett PritchardWhen does life begin? The day you turn a certian age? Or the day you stop waiting for a starting gun and running?They say life begins at forty, but I don't believe that's true My life begins when I say it begins My life begins with you
Through tattered remains of plans that were, remnants of failed ideas Endeavour must still continue We must always confront our fears
Life begins and life ends, and wastes not in the time between There is no time to stand and wait The feet of the runner must be keen © 2013 Brett PritchardAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBrett PritchardWolverhampton, West Midlans, United KingdomAboutI'm an experienced writer of varied interests. Was published in Starburst Magazine and Doctor Who Magazine. Something of a man out of time. I enjoy Science Fiction, fantasy, and horror stories. I'm a .. more..Writing
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