Turn The Page Poem by Paul Warren

Turn The Page



I sensed my time was complete
No more to play out so discrete
And I have played with heart
With no more to set me apart

So a new adventure beckons me
And I wonder in time what it will be
For as you wander in this life
There will always be strife

My page is turned so clean
To be written in a code pristine
And to understand where I stood
Giving more than I think I could.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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Paul Warren

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ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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