Words Remain Poem by Ryan Alchakaki

Splendid is the world with all the misery!
Enjoying life without a taste or memory
Glad is the adjective
Care is the verb.
And no glory cutters after the soul flies
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As it turns it shall not anyone bail
No bars or chains in this widespread jail
Free is the adjective
Care is the verb.
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Was it great; it is now a dome
Moving with brown specks; rusty is the Home
Modest is the adjective
Care is the verb.
Shall it cease, explode -
Then go to rest in peace
No sail, no green, no migrating geese
Lost is the adjective
Care is the verb.
Words remain.