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The reflections of my mind
Are a test to the renewal of my
Life. Although physically I’m confined
My soul, my spirit and that which we
Call aura constantly wrenches its way
From bound limitations. One may ask
Can this be achieved when one is faced
With an endless journey. It seems this
Journey is only endless when there’s no
Beginning. But, is endless the right
Metaphor to use when the frontier Is so great.
Reflections of one’s
Mind is liken to an frontier
That which we have yet to discover.
Thank you.
© Thaddeus Hamilton aka Mfalme
Thaddeus Hamilton # C-94517
4T-113
P O Box 500
Jamestown, CA 95327
USA
Better days. Will there ever
Be the days of old full of glee.
Laughter, smiling of what use
To be. Will there ever exist again
A time when pleasantness is ingrain.
Better days. Will it come full
Circle or will it be stagnated
In its quest to be supplanted.
So I ask of you. Those of ear
Is it possible for it to be near.
Better days is for all of concern
To teach, to be much in these
Days of forlorn.
© 2004 Thaddeus Hamilton aka Mfalme
Thaddeus Hamilton # C-94517
4T-113
P O Box 500
Jamestown, CA 95327
USA