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Speaking from
experience,
From perspective of the years,
Having lived and loved and hated,
Laughed, and wept, and feared.
Having known both joy and sorrow,
Suffered triumph and despair,
Sometimes daring and courageous,
Sometimes reticent and scared.
Having shared some notoriety,
Some victory, some shame,
Been both lauded and applauded,
Credited and blamed.
Having known the joy of true love,
That withstood the test of years,
Borne my babies, whose morality,
Touched my deepest fears.
Yes, speaking from experience,
Having lived, and loved, and yearned,
Now that half my life is over,
I can tell you what I’ve learned.
It is better to burn brightly,
Giving warmth and giving light,
Then to be a tiny candle,
That can barely pierce the night.
Yes, it’s better to burn hotly,
Even though I be consumed,
Than to slowly, coldly flicker,
Through unending, useless gloom.
I would rather blaze in glory,
(Though not out of control),
Than to live that extra moment,
For which some would sell their souls.
I have burned and raged and smoldered,
Cooled till just an ember,
Almost gone; rekindled,
When the glory was remembered.
Now I want to burn more brightly,
The remainder of my days,
Then go out as I hope to live,
A shining, burning blaze.
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