I will tell how I find my perfect moments.
I walk down the street looking for a gift.
Every step counts down one less to go.
Every breath I take is closer to my last.
Now, the enjoyments of life are simple
Finally, I have wisdom and tranquility.
Perhaps, tonight, I will sleep one last time.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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