Oh the walk of life
There are days that are good
There are days full of strife
Yet here we have stood
To truly paint a picture of me
I find imagery and rhyme do best
For the enigma of what is to be
To the paths that are the test
Creative yet logic to the core
Reclusive yet poetic to the end
To see through and open the door
Is to know the next river bend
Number numbers every where
To live life ahead of the day
Yet gentle and full of care
Trying to find a better way
To give up one's life
To hold to ones ground
At the edge of a knife
No worry will be found
To find ones calling
To find purpose to keep going
To prevent one from falling
Is knowledge worth knowing
A kind old soul
A helping hand up
Help reach ones goal
To see the full cup
I am not always good
I am not the best
But here I have stood
In front of the rest
-Poem by Kagrenac