Poem -
Legends Wrought In Gold
I must admit I'm sorry
But I kind of passed away
The old me had an accident
And died along the way
I cupped his sorry ashes
And I sat before I prayed
To mourn the me of yesterday
To praise the me today
I bloomed like morning glories
Giving way to epic stories
Not a soul or spirit living
Sees the depth my open quarries
And I walk amongst the greatest
Where our legacies be told
And plainly on our plaques be written
"Legends Wrought In Gold"
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Hi C.O Really love this poem it has a greatΒ
feel to it great flow and so good to read out loudΒ
I like the angle to it where you are speakingΒ
to yourself as if a ghost (my interpretation)
Very much enjoyed Best wishes Debs
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Hey Debs! I can't stress enough how awesome it is that you really like this, much love!Β
CURIOUSΒ
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