by David O'Brien

Created on: July 05, 2009

Listen closely, these words are rare

Been many years, so now I'll share

The words of wisdom, which come with age

Not old enough, to share this stage

Several faces, will come and pass

The ones remembered, the greenest grass

Surround yourself, with productive grade

Poor the choice, this quality will fade

Live each day, for what is needed

Only water, the area seeded

Wander aimless, in what you do

Eventual ending, no longer blue

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