How much of life?

A scary dream and a crook landlord,

My peppy youth, and his nasty bore.

Refrained peace and his sunken soul

Clan, friends or reflection; he missed it all.

Like a bald eagle pitching around

just me to hear; his shack being a lair underfoot.

Living a life in search of peace,

some streak of devour,

Should I not smile as a token of grease?

A writer, local guide, fitness freak, environmental enthusiast, a social worker....
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