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Fear Turns Into Song
For forty years I walked alone
and lived on borrowed time
And thought each year that came and went
would be my very last
The ending close as days rolled on
tomorrow left unrhymed
Caught looking back or then ahead
the moments never fast
For forty years my steps were soft
the eggshells cold and hard
With broken dreams to mark my way
and rocks my garden thronged
But now my mind has been released
the past and future charred
With time undone, all reference lost
-my fears all turned to song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
and lived on borrowed time
And thought each year that came and went
would be my very last
The ending close as days rolled on
tomorrow left unrhymed
Caught looking back or then ahead
the moments never fast
For forty years my steps were soft
the eggshells cold and hard
With broken dreams to mark my way
and rocks my garden thronged
But now my mind has been released
the past and future charred
With time undone, all reference lost
-my fears all turned to song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
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Fear Turns Into Song
Fear Turns Into Song