My Life Story - Prologue

The Prologue The days flew by like a fleeting breeze, From carefree youth to times like these. Once just a boy with the skies so wide, Now stands a man with time as guide. The mirror shows a much wiser face, Marked by years that I can’t replace. I failed to notice my life’s halfway sign. Too busy racing with clocks and time. But now I stand to a halt to turn around, To trace the path, both lost and found. A tale that unfolds of light and shade, Of a joy that bloomed, of sorrows laid. Of dreams once born in a silent night, Of battles fought with a fading might. Of love that came and chose to stay, Of those who walked to lose their way. Through the storm I’ve made it through, Each moment painted something true. No hand can change what comes before, Now the ink is dry, it writes no more. Yet in a life that is both wild and wide, I have left some footprints on the side. And even if the world forgets my name, These words may still recall my fame. Let’s begin to write my life like a song, Of where I’ve been, be it right or wrong. A life once lived, so raw and yet so free. Here is the story of the man called me.

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