Momma always said not to look into the eyes of the sun
But from her wisdom I did not glean; a free sprit was I
Naïve, petulant child; dreams too big; impulsive - loaded gun
I ran with the flamboyant, the crazies; the ones with an edge
No fear, or thought of consequence, partook in misdemeanours
My life would be like the movies; never once thought I'd be dead
Golden brown, came part of the package; the next step, the great high
I was indestructible; this was freedom, this to me shined
........quickly burnt up by the sun for looking too long at the sky!
Debbie Razey 2014
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