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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #2198569
A life has both a beginning and an end. It isn't dying I fear but the frailty of old age.
I have risen with the sprouts
the children of the garden
climbed towards the sun
slaked my thirst with cool rain
felt the power of growing
in the spring of my existence

I have blossomed like a flower
a man in full bloom
strong in the summer
fearless of the storms
deep rooted to withstand wild winds
and wanton floods

Now I have fallen with the leaves
in the autumn of my life
the tree that is my body
is weathered, grey and cracked
my limbs bent low
beneath the weight of my years

Let me continue to the earth
let me return from whence I came
I will lie upon mother's breast
let the rain wither me away
let the wind break me down
let the soil take my soul

G. Gabriel (24 lines)
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