Runes

Caressing the runes
Of a life fully lived
So much given
So little left to give

Times have come
And times have gone
All that is left to me
A tune of a familiar song

Walking to the waiting gate
The list is very long
As I hobble along
Still I sing my song

So many days of battle
Yet I never fell
So open those gates
Or leave me to my hell

Stoic Poetry

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