I'm sharp, your dull
Maybe it's because I'm young and you're old
But I think not
There's more to it, when I'm your age
I hope to still have my wits about me
And I've been shown it can be done
Brilliance should not rapidly peak
And explode only left to fade out
Leaving behind fire and ashes
Laying dormant maybe forever
Like a volcano
Instead I'd fashion my brilliance
Like a glacier
To slowly build up over the years
And while slow moving it moves
With an unstoppable force that
Carves and changes the world
Reminds me of when I worked
Reminds me of when I worked in nursing homes for some reason....sad. Good write.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I like the imagery. Goes nice
I like the imagery. Goes nice with all the old volcanic land I've been passing along the many miles I've traveled.
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