Armed with plans and guidelines, we ready for life’s climb, unaware that childhood, untamed and intact, takes the lead.
Tag: age
Armed
Influence minimal, once hair turns white and body slows to sloth Only words – genderless and without context serve to blindside Last weapon of age.
Lost Childhood
Gossamer that thread, that sparkle, that vestige of my youth I try to hold on, gnarly grip no match for her exuberance Hope we reunite
Old Codgers
Idleness fills his hours as if time knows no limits I devour moments, afraid tomorrow will forget me we see-saw between treacherous righteousness and fusty
Even Trees Fall
Majesty is a tree quiet strength and vulnerability no more sheltered from acts of nature than I – none impenetrable, although youth believes it –
No Expiry Date
Such a gift is youth – silvers stars and bows, jingle-jangle wishes… Seldom opened – shame and insecurity casting doubt, despair Shall we try again,
