The ones who race to grow old without grace
Are the ones whose youth were not spent at play.
Their lack of living leaves them nothing to give
No charm, no stories, no zest to live
Too long unhappy has left a poor pick
The rush becomes desperation. Acceleration
Leaving what's left to be second best
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He Without Sin
PoésieA new collection of poetry based on the theme of the seven deadly sins - Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath. A work in progress book, with poems added as I work on them. All based on true experiences and encounters I hope you enjoy...
