Young
written by: Antony King
I woke to greet a morning sun,
So bright… warm, and gold
Giving homage to the one above
For things I love, and hold.
I’ve had my share of heartache
With bridges left to burn…
For smoke still lingers in my mind,
As my path took a different turn.
For who am I to lay such blame,
The deeds that have been done…
I need only search within myself,
And remember… I once was young.
Antony King is a writer/ poet from Eastern Kentucky. Antony spent his formal years in Cleveland Ohio where he underwent private instruction in The Arts, Music, and Literature. His love of the classics guided him to poetry and fueled his passion for writing. After art school, Antony spent 23 years in the world of advertising, and design. He began honing his skills both as a writer, and an artist. He has been fortunate to have his works published in several journals, and contributes to his local, as well as online poetry groups.
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