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    Twenty seven
    Oh, could I turn back the leaves
    Succumb to the soil
    Fade away to prememory
    With eyes to the sky
    I fall forward into life
    And ever on the cycle goes
    I am older now
    And will be younger still
    For twenty seven becomes
    Twenty more
    And even so, I will always have twenty four
    How could I turn back the pages
    And give away myself made
    Through all my ages
    This moment, if not precious,
    Is prescient of some greater wending
    And I am nothing but a memory
    Of a future, old and fading,
    Unfolding
    I am turning twenty seven
    And yet I have always been
    Closer to an innumerable heaven

  • #2
    Looking forward or back - this is a wonderful wandering of pen into poetry! Welcome to the zone!

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