Life soaked frailty volunteered a choice,
To ask a question or to lower his voice
He wondered quite a while what was he to do,
Minutes begot seasons and wonder left him too
As the visions of the world passed across the sky,
He had a chance now to ask of us “Who am I?”
themischiefmemoirs 
Nicely written! 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Often times we wait too long in life to ask these questions. Some of us have determined that this question needs to be asked at different times in our lives as we grow and mature with new experiences.
Wonderful writing! Your pieces are always so thoughtful and elicits wonderful conversation. Your blog is truly one of my favorites!
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