Friend Within Hear Me
I smell sweet country spring waves of many scents.
I tell of beauty of rolling hills, creating a valley.
I touch the love of my life, luckier than many gents.
I have spoken of my sorrows; I have nothing to tally.
My desires and dreams have faded with this maturity.
However, others have taken shape to which I follow.
I need to hear that I have learned from the majority.
I need to hear that at least my mind is not hollow.
I need to hear that somehow I have made a difference.
I need to hear that love I have given; there is a reason.
For past thoughts and wishes, I ask for reverence.
Since my seed has stopped, I have no new season,
I smell crispness of cool autumn air at the end.
I tell of loneliness of country roads to nowhere.
I feel loss of many loves with no future to send.
I have spoken words in ink, all my heart can bare.
However, my mind, I hear, many may say I am selfish.
However, most of you have continuation to relinquish.
My friend within I beg you to stop searching for a wish.
Then possibly more things in life, you may accomplish.
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