The Life Replete

This Turning world can spin so fast,
Casting our Memory to the Past,
As we Seek the Future of Gold,
Never Listening to what we are Told,
Rushing forward with Momentum Wild,
Like a Toddling little Child,
Tumbling when our Choices are Poor,
Grasping and yearning ever for More,
Our Vision set on a Life Replete,
Missing the Roses Laid at our feet.

~Morgan~

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