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Once I was young and strong, Consumed with compelling desires of Horizon Lust, traveling forth wide and far. Time and age has intervened, now I stand alone and wait high above on the city gate, Silent sentry to all of those young lives that venture forth to explore horizons of their own, and those weather beat ones like me returning to rest and remain. Accepting as I must, that I shall never again roam too far afield   from my place upon the gate, Content with a life well lived, to languish now upon this place. Horizon Lust is for the young.
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
Upon The Gate
Once I was young and strong, Consumed with compelling desires of Horizon Lust, traveling forth wide and far. Time and age has intervened, now I stand alone and wait high above on the city gate, Silent sentry to all of those young lives that venture forth to explore horizons of their own, and those weather beat ones like me returning to rest and remain. Accepting as I must, that I shall never again roam too far afield   from my place upon the gate, Content with a life well lived, to languish now upon this place. Horizon Lust is for the young.
Oh, if only we possessed our acquired wisdom of age back in our youth. Now a heart and mind full of memories along with a tranquil place by the home fire hearth is enough. Though I would not be who I am, with out pushing out to discover what's there..
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
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