Common Done

Do not fret, for I’ll have writ it down.
I’ll have transcribed my entire crown.

Pay your homage to my cagey wisp.
Remember well my voice & my lisp.

You’ll crack open my books when I’m gone.
There you finally see that I shone.

I never lied, only embellished.
The humor pulled from doom, I relished.

The words I will leave are my tribute.
They will mean the same out loud or mute.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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