A Poet's Tale

I neither was a poet,
Nor a writer did I know,
No love for poems did I show.
No inner fantasies, no depth to sow.
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In childhood times,
Emulating my elder brother's rhymes,
His favorite songs and poems, I'd chime.
His singing and reciting, my mime.
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Children often copy their father,
Yet, I mimicked my brother.
At three or four, he left my mother,
No problem it seemed, an introvert undercover.
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Idolizing my brother, happily introverted,
Time flowed, and change I asserted.
Not a machine, artificial or cold,
But from my brother, a poem's tale I was told.
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"The Letter from Paris," a melody,
Where Stevenson's verses set me free.
"Under the Wide and Starry Sky" they sing,
With a will, my heart takes wing.
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Since that day, a will embraced,
To become extrovert, inspired, not misplaced.
Even when struggles sought to bind,
I'd say, "Gladly lived, gladly died," in my mind.
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At eighteen, a song touched my core,
"7 Years Old" by Lukas Graham, explore.
Lyrics echoing life's connection,
With a will, embracing introspection.
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Now a writer, with a pen that weaves,
Poetry and feelings, my heart conceives.
Theoretical musings and equations intertwine,
Motivation flows, a purpose defined.
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To inspire everyone, a newfound will,
Changing myself, a continuous skill.
Writing, singing, composing my art,
A biography shaped, a poetic heart.
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