I remember being young,
handsome ‘n hung;
with a bold song within
still yet to be sung.
Everyone told me what
and who I should be;
stifled my spirit when it
so longed to be free.
Things then were different;
if I’d only known,
how much they’d all lied,
I might’ve grown
Into the person I always
knew I could be,
much sooner, more fully,
serendipitously.
Yes, I’m off to a late start,
but better than never;
to conquer self realization
is my holy endeavor.
~gj duerrschmidt
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