in the youth of flame
mouths water like dogs
panting in the open
to satiate ones wants
pangs of hunger
pants the human tiger
then as age moves on
the hard core goes strong
till it suddenly wanes
and
then you feel age catches,
the other night I was so warm
now why within one
there’s such a terrible storm
a commotion and a surprise
in the morning hours
ones does not now rise
tears flow passed
the most once aggressive,
joys are bundled in far lost memories
when in the Garden of Eden
I alone was Adam
now there is no one to eye me
not even an old crutch' madam,
we linger longer at the thunder box
read all small insignificant writes
the newspapers slights
slyly watch for our names
when we were,
they now say
gone with those summer’s eve
since forgotten
none now to grieve!
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A story of us as we go through the stages of life then as age takes a grip the tears are constant as the eyes cannot cope and the dribble from the mouth gives the age a way of saying "I am here" An excellent write young bard it tells nearly all of the story just wait till that last Stanza is being compiled in truth, Yours Ian.T
WHAT a beautiful and truthful analysis
you have the mind of an eagle
and vibrations of a sparrow,,,Ian...