Here's a Maya Angelou poem for men and women who read this blog. It's a lesson from life...a lesson to keep living; to maybe keep writing too ;) Enjoy!
Lesson
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
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