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Hey :)
A few years ago I went through a really rough time and my Aunt, who passed away last year, said I should write a book, with the view of a teenager faced with depression, change, illness and death. She always said I was a creative writer, and poems I have written are diffrent to ones elsewhere.

I don't know really where to start haha :)
This will probably end up like some kind of story of my life, a journal of memories. I'm not exactly sure how this is gonna form haha.
Sorryy :)

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Micheal Teal

Posted 15 Years Ago

The River of Life

by Thomas Campbell

The more we live, more brief appear
Our life�s succeeding stages:
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.

The gladsome current of our youth,
Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.

But as the careworn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow�s shafts fly thicker,
Ye Stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker?

When joys have lost their bloom and breath
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death,
Feel we its tide more rapid?

It may be strange�yet who would change
Time�s course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone
And left our bosoms bleeding?

Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion�d to their sweetness.

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