I used to stand on the shore,
With my feet in the sand
And sight to adore.
There I will stand, nevermore.
I used to run across the beach,
Under the summer sun
And the sky within my reach.
Now I'm movable less than a beech.
I used to take a stroll through the streets,
Without a specific goal
And with no fear of defeats.
I was defeated by my own deceits.
I never appreciated the gift I had,
When I got the disease, I was humiliated,
And they drove me mad.
Now, running again is my only fad.
I used to stand on the shore,
With my feet in the sand
And sight to adore.
I'll never be able to stand anymore.
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The message is so simple, yet
The message is so simple, yet so powerful. Beautiful poem.
Kiwi
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Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
"Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven-
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven-
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of
Heaven!"
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