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Harvest Of The Future Seed

The new year around the corner � �
The last turn of month December � �
All that was done and what was told � �
Only dust within memories' hold � �
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Is there a thing to remember ? � �
If any pleasure does remain � �
Dreams from janury to december � �
I wake up with nothing to gain � �
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Just yesteryear, celebrated my fifty � �
Today,i can see whites on my head � �
I fear i would never make seventy � �
When i share an epitaph among the dead � �
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What is still in my life is plenty � �
I can intensely live using my heart � �
Set a goal with much more certainty � �
Take the rest, as if i have just started � �
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A carpe diem verve to live my day � �
M�ake the best of what i have in hand � �
Of Nature poetry, make the wise say � �
Strive to see the poetic love expand � �
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If to a friend, i might have been unfair � �
I give apology, atone for what was done � �
Spend time learning how best, i will care � �
I will even hurt my own pride, yes i can � �
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To give an alibi, is never a request � �
As the wrong has already been said � �
To stir the wound, it will ever infest � �
Better have a self infliction,instead � �
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This simply what short life has taught � �
Humanity is above any presumed standard � �
This is the the new year, so let's live � �
The future will be better before we depart � �
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Written yesterday, did not find time to post