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My once sweet voice
My once sweet voice, so innocent and full of strength and power is now reduced to rasp and hum, its range half what it was. It rumbles, where it once so glibly glissed; the pure head tone has sunk into … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, maturity, performance, regret, sickness, singing, time
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They grow up fast
They grow up fast; in just a short month’s span the smallest seed becomes a tall, wild stalk grown high enough to look down on a man. But that time does not fly, despite the talk philosophers will write in … Continue reading
When Twilight Pales
When twilight pales your umber locks to grey and lines the apples of your cheeks with care, takes the wind from your merry laugh, so gay, and makes your step less sturdy on the stair, remember this: I loved you … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, companionship, love, maturity, relationships, Starlight Dances, substance
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Society’s Man
Society, your dream would have me beg for pittance from a cruel employer’s hand, and from my knees downward, not use my legs, preferring that I genuflect, not stand, to act as servant, bound to divine whim that your appointed … Continue reading
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Tagged childishness, damnation, dreams, expectations, individuality, manhood, maturity, religion, service
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After Our Summer is Gone
Just because we stop, the world does not see fit to up and quit: although we think our present season the focus of the universe. Just because our silicon has returned back to native dust, and what we’ve turned with … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, illusions, inevitability, maturity, relativity, seasons, summer, time
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