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One day I climb,
Only the next to descend.
And so days pass, …

Simplicity,
From a distant past,
Where pure laughter, …

Discolored bricks,
Display character.
Much like scars, …

Youth is often adorned,
In lively and bright,
While the aged,
Are cloaked in wisdom,
Cracks and lines. …

Some days,
When it’s rather late,
Words quietly stay away. …

Today felt cracked and dry.
As the hours passed,
Ghosts of bygone years, …

When sunsets arrive,
I like to look back,
Rewind the day, …

Living the same dream,
Where everyone is different,
Yet crave sameness, …

Today is sunny,
Yet I feel flat.
No energy, …

Wide open fields,
As far as I can see.
Devoid of crowds, …

Art has many forms.
Some I appreciate,
A few I can create, …

Old fashioned letters,
Are nice to write.
For the words, …

Everything in life,
By accident or atrophy,
Sooner or later breaks. …

Perhaps with time,
Our differences,
Will no longer be teased, …

Today I’d like to float,
But cannot know for sure.
The weather’s unpredictable, …

I never thought,
I’d embrace the old.
Now that I’m on my way, …