As I sought to sail the pages of my recent days
I am set upon by these many storms of choices;
Would my ship bring me to the shores of the sea?
Will the storm over throw me to a wreck,
Will my knowledge be enough to bring me save,
Have I the styles, skill, and many maneuvers?
Upon these thoughts i poundered.
A friend of mine would say this,
His words, "What evil have i sporned upon myself?"
When i was yet a child; mild, naive and younger,
My guidance will hold me up in their hands as there
Curb the storm away from me,
Now i must on my own, myself, face through this,
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