i have chosen a life of folly,
one not understood by most
and some times,
not even by myself.
A gift to be given,
not asking for anything in return,
but still wanting it.
A life to give and not receive,
but at times i falter,
for i am but a man
and all mankind is weak.
There are time i feel to be the weakest of the weak,
not strong,
not knowledgeable,
Not well spoken.
Then a whisper,
a slight breeze speaks to me softly:
"Continue on this way"
and so i plod on on,
but remember there is beauty.
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