I watch the winters sunlight
carry shadows ‘cross the wall
and see that time has done it’s bidding
in the years I took to find myself.
became the all of who I am
a simple man with simple thoughts
with pen in hand I understand.
.
Each breath a gift.
Each day a boon
each scar a memory of a wound
as moments pass
they cannot last
but add a layer to our soul.
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