Adulthood On 2014101020140928 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems Adulthood’s short and it’s intense, With but two parts to its flower: First with power but no sense; Last, with some sense, but no power To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
And the trick is not to be that flower 🙂
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