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Poetry

What have I done, what will I do?

I have lived in the Devil’s Triangle,
I have loved deeply without return.
I have sat with loneliness surrounded by friends
And have spoken with ancestors alone.

I have sipped wine around a fire.
I have drifted in the sea under a full moon.
I have sat by streams in a silent forest.
I’ve seen a garden sown with love in full bloom.

I have cried from joy and laughter.
And have few times accepted death.
I have looked in the eyes of a creature so kind.
And shed tears as it took its last breath.

When I start to think life is simple, mundane,
I make lists of the things that I’ve done.
To remember that no matter how much this list grows,
There is certainly more yet to come.

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by charlotterking

I like to read and write and better myself and make the lives of my loved ones easier and happier. My career passion is marine and wildlife conservation. I’ve been a zookeeper, teacher, water quality tester, nanny, peace corps volunteer, yoga studio worker, bartender...basically, a bunch of stuff except a writer.


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