Ocean Of Life | Poetry on Mooseymares

Ocean Of Life

Life goes forward.
Rolls down upon the shores like an ocean wave.
Sometimes gently, sometimes with force.
And when you are caught in a current,
It either sucks you in or spits you out.
Sometimes it will be a good thing, sometimes not so much.
But how many people will you lose during this adventure?
Some will cling to you and some will let you go.
Or even worse—some will get rid of you, mercilessly.
But all of them will leave something behind inside of you.
It can be a warm memory, a feeling, a painful wound, or a scar.
And you will do the same.

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Lord Mooseling

His Holiness Lord Mooseling of The Order Of The Holy Moose. First of His Hoofprint, the Unfaltering, King of Meese, Furcon of Light, and Holy.

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