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A poem about life
Everybody has the answers
Everybody thinks they know
Everybody lives like prancers
Caring not the way they go
Every soul desires to be where
Their hearts beat fast not slow
Will they ever care to dare
Or keep on pushing on the goWhen time runs out they say they’re sorry
Sorry they never gave their all
When they take that last breath
From the highest peak they fall
Life has many seasons
Looking back it’s what we say
I could have lived life different
Instead of how I lived my daysDon’t be that one who follows
Down that deepest hole most do
Rise up and be that learned fellow
Someone who can see the clues
Once you redirect your future
To that place then you will see
You will have discovered
What life was truly meant to be.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #364)