I look into the mirror and
Wonder who it is that I see
Those once youthful eyes now frosted
Staring back with maturity
There was a time I composed my
Own songs and sang them so proudly
I gave little care if I showed
The world the foolish side of me
My battle scars displayed smugly
From my war on conformity
Questioning every verdict and
Accepting nothing as issued
Loving strong and crying deeply
With all the appetites of youth
Those passions gained, sorrows and pain
I chewed them all with brandish tooth
Then spit them out into the world;
My words of honesty and truth
Perhaps I had the whole thing wrong
Or somewhere I just stop trying
I traded away my talents
For music easier to sing
I bartered my soul for comfort
Trying to ease life’s bitter sting
I look upon this furrowed face
Of adversity and trial
It’s not the ending but the chase
That has given this man his smile
So please do not lament for me
For I am happy with my plight
I look upon my history
And know that I have chosen right
Oh! Wonderful! I wouldn’t want nothing more than that in my life. Enjoying the chase, because that’s all matters.
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True, enjoy the ride my friend.
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Great reflection and poetry Jerry. I was told by a mentor once there are no such thing as mistakes, only happy accidents. It makes them much more enjoyable.
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Quite so.
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What a great way to look at our life journey!
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Great reflection of one’s past. What we have become, who we were, are now one complete package. It’s good when the package has the post stamps from its travels decorating the seams.
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True, we are what we are and crying about it will not change it.
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‘War on conformity,’ great line.
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Thanks. Never settle for normal.
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¡Muy bueno! What rhyme scheme did you use after the first stanza? It flowed very nicely, but I couldn’t figure it out
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I do apologize. I have no structure to any of my poetry. What falls out of my head and lands onto the paper is it. Sometimes it falls into something that resembles coherency… but most times it just falls into a steaming pile.
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