Read Poem: A Life Not Lived, by Peter Tassi

Gazing over rolling fields all green
Height of every blade perfect as seen
Breathing in every molecule it exudes
Imperfections this site eludes

Oh what a perfect life, so it seems
Work, house, money, boat-I lived my dreams
Like my friends and what I was told
The perfect life I was sold

Suddenly something beautiful like a tower
One long stem dandelion flower
All alone but taking stage
Perhaps my life lived in a cage

Every part of me now torn
A powerful desire to be re-born
To live my life as a tower
Different and beautiful like that dandelion flower.

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