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Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
There is something rather sad
about people those poor compelled people,
who have somehow unseen silent become,
wanders over face of siren earth.
Especially when they have become old
when they are alone, worn, torn, and old.
Especially alone, when weathered worn old
as I now suddenly become amazingly old.
It touches my enveloping heart
with old haunting memories,
due to an ancient inheritance
an intense wandering quest spirit,
mixed within my celestial nature.
For I was born old
yet lingering scent, craving curiosity,
kept life’s hardships,
new intriguing about harsh edges.
Barely enough
a desire to perceive know,
motivates tired
emotions inquisitiveness,
discovery no rarity.
Makes for a strange
rich personage,
some even stranger,
chance bedfellows.
But what journeys
journeys through
diversity defining life.
Life’s been a fated warp fabric
so many loose threads,
running through mists,
merging cyclic link bound time.
Soon traverse must wane,
decline fade waver,
with encroaching onset age.
Rove no more hell bent astray,
untwist ravel out possible pathway,
magic many varied impulsive way.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
poem
by
Terence George Craddock
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