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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2202488
The world turns, a young man becomes an old man and still seeks the wisdom of age.
Walking on a cool night
the moon's pale light
shines down on me
from lofty height

'til dawn's first glow
begins to show
and today emerges
from what was once tomorrow

Like the wind time's flown
I am far from young
far from home
an aged spirit encased
in failing flesh and bone

So here I stand
no more or less than any man
struggling like everyone
to still be the best I can

Hoping beyond hope to find
that elusive fire that left us blind
so unkind
those flames searing faith
into our minds

When we were young and thoughtful souls
so pure, so sure, so in control,
we accepted life's gifts
but now grown old
we burn our bridges
pay the toll



G. Gabriel

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