With stylus in hand and passion of soul,
Adulations in light of the stories they told.
Glimpse O' life but in motion, from the young to the old,
Exact just one feeling from a heart or a soul.
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A poem with a lot of reflection. A poet is a product of times. Generations may glorify him. Generations may non-claim him and reclaim him. Everything is decided by TIME.