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My life is my own.

It is all I have

and what I own.

In this world

I am all alone.

Whether I sit on a golden throne

or stand on broken stones.

My life is mine

and mine alone.

I will sing my songs

without a tongue

and broken bones.

For my life is mine

and mine alone.

Although the day may come

to pay the Grim Reaper’s loane.

I will keep my pride

and treasure my life.

With no where to lay my head

and call my own.

I am all but still alone.

Forever traveling on my long lonely road,

but the life I can claim is still my own.

Whether I eat bitter bread

or swallow brimstones.

My life is still mine and mine alone.

I will lament my tears in this little poem.

Sing and morn

my song of a personal throne.

Till the peak of the cone

come crashing down

to make equitable rune

in this familiar town.

For upon this land

I stand,

I still stand alone.

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron . All rights reserved @ copyright