inks on fire:  ink conclusion

inkblot 08
 
were the measure of my ink
indelibly etched
where meanings are fetched
life would be complete, i think
 
for the pages i have writ
of pleasures and pain
and losses and gain
would my erring soul acquit
 
i have said what i have said
in every iamb
as meek as a lamb
for my muse was newly wed
 
inks once full of youthful fire
now scribble no more
but deep in their core
rhymes live that shall ne'er expire.
 
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫