Monologue of a Bear (ImperfectPsychotic04) Wk - 2

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Monologue of a Bear


What art thou looking at?

For I am naught,

In the eyes of the revered,

Just a bear with a brown beard,

Amidst the water so blue,

The sky so rich in splendid hue,

All I can see is life's glimmer,

Shattering not when the rays shimmer,

Thereupon I see the fishes flapping,

In and about happily singing,

So what if life gave not much to thee?

Methinks thou shall not undermine,

For what all that you have presently,

Can hasten its way awry,

Live till the moment's peace,

Pray tell the means of hope,

And have seen the world thorough,

Forth you go to the heaven seventh.

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