I Was

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I was a boy throwing sticks
The chestnut tree so tall
Hours every day
The prize that would not fall

In driving rain before school
I would try to hit
The autumn’s last prize
Never doubting it

“Conkers” was the game
On a string to split
Oven baked on a string
That final hit

And I remember that
A life so simple and pure
So free in innocence
That life endures

Stoic

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Flying

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If I could fly, I would not
I would walk upon this place
Among man
Teaching how to walk, to run
Only then would I show them
How to leap towards the Sun.

Stoic.

Movement

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Pass with sweetness
Being love and kindness
Leave no footprints
Upon hearts

Travel so lightly
Leave no foul trace
Being a light
In the dark

Pass with humility
Being grace and forgiveness
Leave no scars
Upon hearts

Stoic

Untrodden Paths

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In dusty ruins of a past
Footprints fade away
Others gone before us
Trying to lead the way

So we repeat our mistakes
Blind to the wall
We hit our head upon
Still surprised that we fall

In virgin soil now we sow
Insane they will say
As I turn and walk away
For a silent place to pray

Stoic

 

 

 

Finite Lines

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From here to there
Life seems
Beginnings to ends
Stitched seams

We were, and are
Then not
It always seems
Lives forgot

From one to another
We dream
For another’s hope
Life leans

Stoic