AT DAYS END
By LIMITLESS
The formal way
Of courses lay upon muddy ground directed by ruts
To
A poverty mindset
But I,
Course correct
Looking up to see the guide to the new
The same view of lost ships set a drift
Moon-shines, stars reach with a light hand, & morning intrudes on it all
My heart calls
Too new ways of thought finding self-resting in wealth more than monetary
Values of truth speak magnitudes upon the ears of the youth
At
Hearts closing I find the rose of life still growing
Into perfection with every lesson
Still hoping for a passing grade
When my soul is examined
At
The end of days promised….
Taylor's Poetry Corner 
hello ed, great posts, this is Yolanda From university of Phoenix how did your year go?
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My first year went good focusing on yr. 2 now, always strive for better then yesterday . Good to hear from you.
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