Victor Charles Poems

When an ugly-looking past
Dressed in rags and shabby clothes
Clamoured for a bit of space
Amid my beautiful present
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There goes the quiet gentleman
The easy-going, wait-less fellow
I know you've heard of him
His name is Mr. Time
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What a calm and beautiful morning
The kind I yearned with thirst to see
Where skies bright and elegant
Disperse in graceful fashion
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I spend time and money to learn the trade.
At long last, I acquire the knowledge and skill attached to it.
Though I am talented, I still work hard to improve on my skills and finishing.
When I am done, I put my talent on display and set a price on it.
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Coffins;
Undertakers
Dreadful sounds of gongs
And of death bells too
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Linger no further in your wait for a change
Change won't come until a move is risked
The fellow 'resistance' will surely emerge
His only desire to slay your quest
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