Life
Bridges burned,
Ties cut,
All by one's own hand.
Time wasted,
Backs turned,
Hourglass low on sand.
Youth gone,
Wisdom naught,
Shame a painful brand.
Hope spring,
Peace fall,
Ember of life be fanned.
This poem is about:
Me
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