Introspection (Page 13)

Wood and cast iron park benches sit amongst trees, on the golden, leaf-covered grass of a city park.

This is my story,
it’s one I know well.
Leaves that once green, have turned then fell.

It seemed like forever,
but we grew up at last.
Now here I sit, reminiscing the past.

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A dying tree, its bark peeling, exposes the dried-out trunk beneath. It is the first in a long row of chestnut trees that line a country road.

Looking at trees
that line the drive
while long in perdition
my heart it cries

Enclosed in its wounds
her visage it lies
the inside is dead
not but skin left alive

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A photo of six dollars and a silver pocket watch, with a white face and gold Roman numerals, sitting in sand. The image represents lost time and money.

If your goal is to get ahead in the world,
all that you gained will be gone
when this life ends.
But if instead you work
to shape your character,
it will be a part of you
as you step into eternity.

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