"20 to 40
I was twenty, now fourty
The game of life rolled critical misses
Nothing had a purpose
But in the end, I have found what I needed
With great luck
Did not lose my life, or worse
Chased my dream, formed my group
But not in the physical world
I could just say I found God
Or that I got rid of the devil
Every little step has a meaning
The safety and the infinity of our souls"
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New entry at poetry.com. My old account did not exist anymore. But I still have the two letters the site mailed me with my poetry in them! I was very sad. It was a sad life. But not anymore. It was like having an elephant removed from the top of me. Not just the weight. Confusion and suffering. It was so dangerous. Things have changed for the better.
I will put my two old poems here sometime in the future.
