Vine (an acrostic poem)

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Varicose veins climbed his legs like a trellis

It had purple blossoms of bruises to give that bit extra artistic something

Nothing he did seemed to help with the aches and pains

Except the thought of even at his age something of beauty was still growing within

Journey (an acrostic poem)

June looked back at the road she had traveled

Over the years there had been so many bruises and scrapes

Under achievements and over analyzed moments

Reflecting on the impact those times had on her

Never letting them derail her progress

Encouraging her to do more, do better, just do

Yielding a small smile, she turned around and walked into the sunset