I could be one of you.
However, I chose not.
Don’t know what you have.
But I do know what I’ve got.
You see I have the peace.
Stranger peace of mind.
Never own, just lease.
Such gold, a finders find.
Searching, learning, no cease.
End game, no game in kind.
I could be one of you.
However, I choose not.
Don’t know what you need.
I just know of what I’ve got…
Dennis Mantin 
Beautiful poem. I could be one of you 💞
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Thank you Priti
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The grass is not necessarily greener on the other side.
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Or rarely?
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