Life Lived

It’s in our youth wild seeds are sown

and as we age we see what’s grown,

there’s many thistles in my heart

but also love and beauty’s art.

There’s many act’s I’d love undone

in life lived wild and on the run.

But looking back on days gone by,

I know that we all can but try

and every failure I have made

has helped me later make the grade.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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