Much Of Life Comes Through To View Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Much Of Life Comes Through To View



Start fresh.
Start new.
Begin all over again...
If you have to!
But one thing you mustn't do.
You shouldn't follow someone,
Who waits to follow you.
When you tire of that monotony...
That circle of knot tieing odyssey,
So much of life comes through to view.
Enhancing to delight without calls for rescue!

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