20 Years Flew By

20 Years Flew By short poem

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It’s been 20 Years
since I first picked
up my plume
to pen a few poems.

It’s gone
by extremely fast
Like a spaceship
off to Mars

It’s been an
interesting journey,
a loving joyful one
Unexpected extravangances

belied purest incentives,
pelt creative excess.
Tumultuous ramblings
bedazzle arising thoughts.

Tempestuous difficulties
dispersed with strokes
of lustful imagination
beckon through beliefs.

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Frank Sheehan is a widely published poet having been published since 1996. He was born in Manhattan and currently resides in Long Beach, New York.
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