Finding PeaceA Poem by The Seeker of ThoughtsThe story of a man who finds peace in death after a life full of happiness and sorrow.An old man in his lonesome, thinks of dreams.
Ones where he is free and all is as seems. He looks for a thought forgotten in time. A thought of his youth his innocent prime. Hands on his face the man begins crying. He knows he is dead. Time is not lying. "How long has it been?" He finds himself asking. He has forgotten the joy of laughing. He thinks a dream to find his long lost hope. Be rid sorrow he can no longer coupe. He closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep. His mind and soul now in slumber kept deep. His olden soul turns back to youth of old. His smile and his laugh are returned to gold. He runs up a tree and scrapes up his knee. He doesn't look down in his dream. He is free. He never wakes. His bed eternal rest. Yet, he smiled. He had completed life's test. Yes, he lost his way but never did hate. Trusting he'd be lead to pearly white gates. In the end it was his smile that overpowered his sorrow. He knew he'd always wake up tomorrow. In his life he stood not because he should. He stood in life because he knew he could. He's a monument of life's achievements, A monument of life's grievances. He will always be remembered by me. As a man with the courage to be free. © 2017 The Seeker of ThoughtsAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 22, 2017 Last Updated on September 24, 2017 AuthorThe Seeker of ThoughtsGAAboutI am like you. I am an architect of thoughts. I am no lesser and no greater than any of you. I want to read all that people write. For even the shortest of writings can provoke thoughts. Let us all wr.. more..Writing
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