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Content Rating Notice:  Recommended for Readers 18 Years and Older Only
  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Contest Entry >> ID #1596222  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Fountain of Youth
Everything has a price
Rated:
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Sip by sip maturity arrived
I drink the wine of life each day,
hair by hair my ebony locks turned gray,
my face wrinkled and my breasts sagged.

In a mountain citadel,
I found a fountain gushing high
its waters cold as melting snow;
I dipped a chalice into the water
filled the cup up its brim.

Sip by sip I drank the water,
each sip reversed a year
from my eighty year old body,
while from my mind the wisdom flew.

A woman of eighteen,
I stand before the fountain weeping,
I have gained eternal youth and life,
but I must relearn eighty years of wisdom.
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