Thomas Adams

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Untitled - Poem by Thomas Adams

Simple times won't bother me, I've seen the fastest night.
When festive waves of liquid pride past colored shines the light.
And friends are close and comforted by simple words I say.
These nights at end are missed by me then introduced to day.
I speak to me and toll the bell now struggle moving past.
That time has come to somber down and stop my moving fast.
I fight the setting of my sun a little more each year.
Astonished at the fact that I should even make it here.
I pin a note to passers by that confident I lay.
That I have trudged and landed here through hearty price I pay.

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Thomas Adams
The Poetaster Oct/2013

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013

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