The climb is long and tortuous, the path with boulders strewn...
The morning covers half of life before we come to noon.
The sun reaches its zenith long before we've reached our prime,
And falters not, after its long and logarithmic climb...
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You are the master of rhyme and flow. Each are flawless. I've never read poems with such consistency of imagery. After reading the first I was curious of your other writes. You sir have become a favorite read. I truly enjoy your works.