A Few KidMud-Related Poems
Posted November 23rd, 2017 by Gracithe1andonly
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November 23rd, 2017
You can find the original copies of these poems in the Homely Living Room in the Writing Shelf past Fonsen Haubith.
Musing on the Source
I might stare into the sparkling water,
Musing on its ways,
For yes, I am the True Source's daughter,
And wait on his days.
I gave that name out of whimsy, but now
Father and the Source
Are by necessity alike somehow.
Both seem still, of course,
Both remain that hand that gives the good things,
But I can't deny
My father made the clear Source the bright wings
On which our souls fly.
So if it was I who brought it from mind
Father is the truest source, you shall find,
Of its quality!
Here it is, my true aim-
I will live up to my name
I know well that the loneliness cannot last.
There will come a time when ruin is all in the past.
But to see the future and deny the now
Is to be a fool and trust in Chance somehow.
I refuse to let this go, I refuse to not know-
I will not allow myself to sink that low.
The time may come when all I've made will die.
I hope when that day comes I'll at least understand why.
Time is short and easily wasted; like the sands
That are swiftly gathered and then drained out of our hands.
We as all men are can be fickle as the tempest;
But if we have no constancy we will fail all tests.
I do not know if this is a thing worth doing,
But if we do not try we shall be forever rueing
This chance we let slip by, to make something new!
I could try it on my own, but I know less than you.
So come back! Be the same.
Tell me if you know my name.
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