Upon Life's StageA Poem by PeteHow vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. - ThoreauSometimes words aren't enough. Not even coming close. The things that matter and money can't buy. So why try? Ink won't write but emotions will spill. From a neat little box kept on your window sill. Souls on trial and spirits toss and turn. The intangible tangles and feelings burn. I want to express myself with blood, sweat and tears. Laughter and fears. There's no way to put faith, love and loyalty on a page. I can't do a proper justice to lies and betrayal's rage. Maybe I just should pull out my heart and place it ... ... upon life's stage ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on August 6, 2019 Last Updated on August 9, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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