Steps


Walking slowly to the end,

Passing through another gauntlet,

Another year, more classes end,

I feel older but am I wiser?

What have I gained  from time’s passing,

What have I learned from new discoveries?

Now to move, no turning back,

And to take the first of the hardest things to take,

Steps.

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About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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