He was beside himself
With rage,
He had a lot to say
But only had
A single blank page,
And it had seemed
Quite unfortunate
To have no power
To change
The way everything
Was taking place;
He was brought
On the stage
While still being held
In a cage!
So he held it all in
And refused to engage-
They might call him
A sage,
But that’d be a mistake,
For a wise man
Never gives into
His rage;
A wise man is never
Defined by his cage.
Β©Aaysid
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Oh my, this is a beautiful poem, Aaysid. Very wise and true, my friend. Resonates deeply.ππ
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Thank you so much for your kind feedback, Jeff. ππ
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Youβre most welcome, Aaysid. Always. βΊοΈ
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Fabulous piece, Aaysid. So powerful and profound . Love it.πβ€οΈπ
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Thank you so much, Grace. I am happy that you like it. ππ
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My pleasure.π
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Loved it πππ
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Thank you so much, A.β€
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That is so wonderful. Loved this!!π
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Thank you so much. π
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Being silent and contained are the signs of a wise man. You’re so clever with your words, Aaysid. They are beautiful and meaningful. π
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Wow! Thank you so much for this kind and generous comment, Terveen. ππ
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A wise man is never defined by his cageππ
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Thank you. π
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