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each day i live

Don't be content in your life just to do no wrong; be prepared
everyday to try and do some good.
—Nicholas Winton

 
                                                         §
i carry scars
                    emblems of wars
                                        of spirits
                                                            and of passions
                                                                                and of blunders
i battle aches
                    from past mistakes
                                        of limits
                                                            and of rations
                                                                                and of plunders
but still i struggle
for the stars
distance behind has
flung me far
my fingers strangle
my guitar
angry songs fill my
repertoire
 
                                                         §
long gone the days
                    my feet would stray
                                        in places
                                                            God-forsaken
                                                                                and forbidden
i dared to play
                    in harm’s dread way
                                        with traces          
                                                            of mistaken
                                                                                ills scarce hidden
the mountains taught
my feet to climb
hunger the taste of
bitter lime
it mattered not then
in my prime
i lacked sound reason
and sly rhyme
 
                                                         §
i have evolved
                    all problems solved
                                        of peoples
                                                            and of places
                                                                                and of conflicts
i hesitate
                    to toy with fate
                                        high steeples
                                                            cyberspaces
                                                                                or life’s quick-fix
i gather up my
sanity
to leverage all
humanity
for if i burn each
bridge i cross
each day i live i
count as loss
 
© Copyright 2019 November 15
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
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