Wise they say you are
Old owl in the tree
Will you come on down
And share your wisdom for free
Just seeking some advice
Are there answers anywhere
That guide along the way
As the road of that last mile
gets rougher by the day
Fear would accompany
Can't live with that at all
Can i find the courage
To laugh after all
To welcome the scythe-man
With open arms and with glee
That i have finshed the
Race and now am Free.
A contest entry
- Wise One by Topaze.
1050 points, ended May 10, 2008, 8 entries
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Does this endeavor have any worth? It comes from a broken heart.
Comments
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A very nice piece indeed, very well written. Thank you for your fine entry in the contest.



