I can but write the falling tears
Describe a lifetime, many years,
Of opportunities and paths not taken,
Feeling now the the will to waken.
Is it too late? I ask myself,
Have all my chances passed me by?
Or are there still experiences to find
And follow on my path to sky?
A life lived short, complained too much,
Concerned with only selfish touch,
Has difficulty wond’ring where feet have trod,
Lives life now without Grace of God.
(Note for other poets: 8 syllables per line except 11 on the third; 1st and 3rd stanza rhyming couplets, 2nd stanza rhyming 1 and 3, 2 and 4…anyone know this style?)
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