Aetatis Suae :

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I walked a long distance without my shoes

and I came to a meadow of wheat

on a rolling plain

It swayed in the gentle wind

and it flowed back and forth like

the bay near the sea

I visited as a boy

 

I stumbled upon a rock that was crying

I sat next to it beneath the sun

and pondered the day

after dusk had fallen, I walked on

 

I found a saint of old

he stood with his back to me

no answer he would give

I only grew more bitter

 

The forest I found

that I could not enter

for the trees hid the way

they gave me no reason

dejected I walked on

 

I came to the sea and it was cold

The clouds were gray

and the wind had a chill

A small purple flower

had sprung up through the rockssky-815205_640

and its name I knew not

I sat down beside it

on the hard rocks

and there,

by the sea,

I found solace.

 

Godspeed

Tim.

 

 

 

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About Tim

I'm a blogger that writes about Type 1 Diabetes. I do this because I have 2 daughters with Type 1. I also have a another daughter and a baby boy that do not, I would prefer they don't get diagnosed either.
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