There was a time when I was wise
clean as an eagle, a son and child,
afraid of bonds though small I was
drowning in deserts, dry.
Dry like this and pure came the time,
that blew and scattered my virgin life.
But what I've lived then and beyond,
just circles teased, not to insult,
man's eternal waves, which now dead he sails.
Thus, a decision did I take.
To live for ever and wherever strong.
To fight for our own fate.
To love the most, to love the most.
And to remember through our troubled kids,
of who I was - my wisdom lost.
C.K.
Very good one...Indeed... Very good...!
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