He sits in his chair,
In front of his oak desk,
And stares out the window.
It's fall outside,
And yellow leaves rock back and forth,
As they slowly descend to the ground.
At the age of 69,
He hurts
As he remembers everything he could've become but didn't.
-CH 9/20/25
A life well lived One When at the end We can look back at Without telling ourselves any lies Without playing pretend And feel it within
Let go of your ego. Let go of your pride. Don’t run and hide from the monsters of your own creation. Turn and face the past. Learn and grow from it. Do not ignore it. Ask for forgiveness, And forgive
Nothing can last forever Even December ends Even the rain cries Everything And everyone Dies Even the rain cries Even December ends I just don’t want my life to end with December I want to remember th
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