Million (an acrostic poem)

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Making money used to be her main focus

If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time

Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making

Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope

It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved

Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party

Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting

Song (an acrostic poem)

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Sounds dancing harmoniously within her soul

Oozing the gospel of the human experience like the sweat dripping from her pores

Never missing the beat of her nervous heart

Giving a moment that connected all dots, all the people, all the experiences

New (an acrostic poem)

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Ned thought he had been doing better as of late with trying different experiences

Extra things that his old self would have never even thought of trying

Watching the ground accelerate towards him made him reconsider that decision

Degree (an acrostic poem)

 

Diplomas carry so much weight for mere pieces of paper

Everything that goes into them distilled into a few words

Giving the holder the opportunity to advertise themselves

Revealing their skills and knowledge

Experiences woven into the very fibers

Education immortalized in the transient

 

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Pack (an acrostic poem)

Put everything into your suitcase known as life

And don’t leave anything behind.  Cram it inside.

Can’t take it with you?  Sure you can.

Knowledge and experiences are the best luggage ever.

 

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Ripe (an acrostic poem)

Ruby red apples hung low on overladen branches

It was a siren call of fall

Promising a bounty of crisp sweet-tart experiences

Embracing the essence of the season

 

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Adrift (an acrostic poem)

Always looking for the new thing

David believed in the accumulation of experiences

Reality was he was always looking for what he was a “natural” for

It never seemed what he was doing would fit

Frustrating him and forcing him to search ever elsewhere

To never find what he thought he must be born to do

 

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