Rhyme Mindlessly

Dickinson spoke the things with feather

My friend just asked of hopes and weather

A year has passed and days may fade

Dreams were made but none was sane

If I need to put a finger on

The views that I’d see in time to come

Money, fame or a person in tow

Let it be a mystery, for I need not to know

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Half Full

Make your bed while bright and shine

Work your way but know your time

As hard as life or idle may be

We see the side where happiness agree