Traces Of My Life Poem by Leslie Neiwert

My life has been hectic
Like a bean on stings,
Living for others
And not living for me.

My life has been special
Like Christmas in July,
Something to always
Remember me by.

My life has been crucial
To the man I call my love;
Who swears that I’ve been sent
From the Goddess above.

My life has become special
To those who think they need
Attention to the greatest, expand
Where my own angels will feed.

My life has always been
A guiding factor to the Halls of Binnd,
Where Adventure seeks its pleasure
And Lust rots from my kin.