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A poem from the inner sanctum of my mind

I have been Noble

I have been Base.

I've been promiscuous

and I have been chaste.


I am proud

and I am vain

but I do shirk not

from others pain.

I am a flawed and weakened man

I am mortal after all.

I’ve put myself on a pedestal

only to fail, stumble and fall.

But each day I rise from bed

determined to make a change.

Striving in each to better myself

and earn my place upon the stage


So forgive me all my vanities

and my imperfect ways,

and cast aside the judgments

made against me in other days.

For I’ve listened to the ancient words

that were whispered by the Sage

and in thoughtful contemplation

I’ve written his wisdom upon my page


But I have found no insight of my own

with which to earn his praise.

So I strive to find the original thought

that still eludes my gaze.


The one creative impulse

that could change the land.

I feel it near, and it remains so close

yet is still beyond my hand.

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