L'aura del Campo

Dull knife of a long life

Dull knife of a long life

I can't die young; 4
that bridge to immortality 8
was crossed so long ago, that when I look back, 11
the beginning's shrouded, 6
by what's been long forgotten, faded 9
memories of what never was, 7
fog that seldom lifts. 5 [50s]

The sharp knife of youth has lost its edge, 9
no longer cleanly cuts, 6
no longer severs what ought to be let go to have been abandoned, 13
bruises and the bruises fester; 8
better to have lived fast and died young. 9 [total 45s]

I was never wild, 5
never lived life to its fullest utmost, 8
never learned to loveembrace the precipice, 10
that mortal edge; instead, 6
I've endured the dull knife of a long life 10
as each choice came with its own price. 8
When will I learn to let go. 7 [total 54s]

© Kåre Enga (15.oktober.2024)

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