In My Tower Of Life
In my towers of life,
I watched the world casts,
and move,
Tender and soft,
As I touchings to my heart,
Used to be stone,
Now it's gold,
All my possessions,
And daily
entrustings,
These were
my dialect and
songs of life,
The ideas of trees
My clothesin my skies,
as weather,
All this collegiate heart
can affords,
and gives,
Outside my gleaming streets,
and my tower's
vantage,
I watched how my love grows,
wild with you,
With you as source's
of my passions,
Now I am realistically old,
And can tell the difference,
It was younger dreams and
greatest ambition,
But now it's dilapidated dreams
and vain
movible wheel chair,
In its deepest descent
to the pits,
and perils of thepyres,
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