Lost in thought; lone-self important,
Those many long years ago.
A caring heart, eager to share
What was lived, and learned to grow.
Crystal clear was the message;
Future's brightness needing shade.
I opened my arms inviting all,
To walk life with me those days.
Peeking through sunlight I glimpse,
Looking upon what youth did give,
Confidence none could prune.
A young stallion steed to groom.
Once I lived, and conquered fear;
Might of mind, impoverished tears.
Deep, I knew the course was mine.
Branded, etched in painful rhyme.
Heartfelt times years ago.
Paced an aging age to show.
Frames a picture clicks the next.
Slides of youth, meek, complex.
Countless thousand running frames,
Astonishing beauty photo enclaves.
Show love those picture fine days,
Walking each step life mapping ways.
Decades, snail-paced stretches of time,
Passed through this warm life still mine.
Scars, lumps, my aching bare limbs,
Show time's passage completely fulfilled.
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