» Writing Fiction Non-Fiction Poetry Religion Books back to Poetry		Under the Willow Under the willow I sat this morn, pondering the days since I was born. Reliving the myriad of memories I've made, wondering if in time they'll fade. I gaze into the clear blue sky, thinking of the bad, both how and why. Today I live to seize the day, no more reservations or regrets to pay. I will no longer be the pawn of pity, no longer in a state of mediocrity. I will rebel against this world's way! A non-conformist to the bone! I will live the rest of my days in peace, preparing for when I go home. ........ Under the willow I sat this morn, under the willow I sat this morn, under the willow I sat this morn, under the willow I laid my soul.

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