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Renaissance rev 2

Poetry By: meriddle


Submitted:Jan 6, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


By M. E. Riddle

The first years of life

Evolved around Mike

At fifty-eight, I got it straight

And now live the life of a saint.

A single thought haunts

That this is it-there's one only dance

It's gambling with options

Not knowing the chance.

And that is that

-That is to say

No more tomorrow

No more new day.


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