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Jan 2020
long ago,
my instinct was
to always
stand in
front of the
crowd.

be sure
to be seen
with hands
waving
feverishly,
here
i am.

but alas
as years have
rushed by,
i now have
no want
of being
loud.

in my youth
i was a
lion but now
with
maturity and
wisdom,
i am but
a lamb.
the lines on our faces are scars, of a life lived
TheConcretePoet
Written by
TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
(Isle of Poet)   
13
   ---, --- and Michael Perry
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