Was I a tale untold?
Never to be told!
Was my fate foretold?
Never to be retold!
Was I to let it unfold?
Then wither and fold!
Was I to let misery enfold?
Have no future to refold!
Was I to wear a blindfold?
Walking life’s scaffold!
Was I to keep getting old?
Watching my destiny unmold!
Was I to let my dreams grow mold?
Having no hope to remold!
Was I to let the world scold?
Struggling in the cold!
Was I chasing fool’s gold?
My worth undersold!
Was my soul to be sold?
To a life of strife so bold!

Behold……..Behold
No force can withhold
This gift that I hold
No man can chokehold
This gift that I hold
I’ll write to uphold
This gift that I hold
It’s a poetic threshold
This gift that I hold
Will remain my stronghold
This gift that I hold

And that is the story that will forever be told………………..

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