Challenge
Why I am here...
Be honest, write whatever comes to mind. Poetry only please. Tag me @demcmurphy so I can read your work.
Eulogy
He tried. He sought to touch
Each argent star with vision vibrant
He tried, but not too much
For to himself he never turned a tyrant
He sought to comprehend
To see the Man's compassion through
Despite its twists and bends,
'Twas still the only road he knew
He wanted to be good
As modern justice would allow
(Yet noticed that it would
Be never good enough, somehow)
He wanted pen and ink
To marry thought and word together
Beyond all else, I think,
He sought to be in time remembered
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