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The World As Canvas

Amidst the winds of change and fate's cruel game,
Red stood with a spirit, unbridled and untamed,
A child of freedom, wild as the fields,
Where colors of hope and dreams unrevealed.

In his eyes, the world was a canvas to paint,
A place of wonder where he could acquaint,
With the secrets of life, its joys and pains,
A world where everything was possible to attain.

Through the haze of life, he saw the light,
A beacon of hope that guided him in the night,
For he knew that troubles, like waves, come and go,
And only those who stand, can make it through the flow.

In his town, he was known, but not for fame,
For his brother Morris, a name that spells shame,
A thief, a drunk, and a burden to bear,
A life that's ruined, beyond repair.

And Joe, a man with a heart of stone,
Who belittled Red, with a tongue so known,
But for Red, life was a chance to play,
A moment to seize and enjoy, every single day.

In the face of adversity, he never lost sight,
Of his carefree spirit, and his will to fight,
For he knew that in the end, what mattered the most,
Was the joy of living, and the friends that mattered the most.

And so, Red lived his life, with an unyielding zeal,
A melody of laughter, and a rhythm that's real,
For as long as he was free, and had his friends,
The world outside and inside, he transcends.

For Red, life was a moment to seize and enjoy,
A canvas to paint, a dream to deploy,
He lived for the moment, until the sun sank low,
Resting only to wake up and grow.

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