MY YOUNGER SELF WAS WORTH THE PRAISE


I dreamt under the blessed moon
To see that child I once was
So comical and so open-minded
Like an eagle, I was so visionary
I could tell from hidden lies
And point the errors of your ways
My younger self was worth the praise
So young and strong where few men ly
Brave minds who are worth the the prize
Nature is my friend and smiles so
I was loved by friend and foe
And paid my respect to the church
For my younger self was worth the praise.

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A recall of my youngster self.