The arrows shot well
So long ago remain
With those of today
Find their mark in
Black blue shades of pain
But this is life
To live in this skin
Not to fear of
Worry's cutting knife
But thankful for love
Family and wife
To God above
Focus on these
Instead of bigger toys
Nay, be at peace
Carried on by lighter joys
Thus like the sun speaks
I rise up again
Over jagged peaks
In flowing skies
With fluid tern
Till my Creator
Shall lay me down.
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