Perhaps people don't come into their true maturity until a parent dies.
Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.
Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.
Ain't no time to hate, barely time to wait
Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.
In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.