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My Task

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My friend,
Tell me honestly,
Are my thoughts old,
Are they stale,
That I must discard them soon
And conjure fresh ones;
Such as the world has not known
Because without unique thoughts
I am a nobody.
Tell me then,
I wear the same old heart and mind,
Thus equipped
Can I still produce new thoughts?
While languishing deep
in an ancient mire.
Monday, March 15, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: purpose
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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 March 2021
2) then of course not, because you no longer know the difference between yesterday and today, between old and new, but in general our brains can. An excellent poem, it makes me think.
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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 March 2021
1) Can I still produce new thoughts? While she languished deeply in an ancient mire. Why not? You can produce new thoughts anywhere, BUT if you have become forgetful,
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Luz Hanaii 16 March 2021
At times we question and evaluate ourselves, a good sign for positive growth. Niceley penned.
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Robert Murray Smith 16 March 2021
If only knew the thoughts of others, dear brother. We don't even know our own.
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Varsha M 15 March 2021
You can live with so many things renewing old mire into new. Good one.
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Dr Dillip K Swain 15 March 2021
You are ever green, young energetic and dynamic dear poet. But very unfortunately you have failed to comprehend me..stay always happy, blessed and enriched with your green gown.
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