There was once a drum to beat,There was once a flute to play,
There were times I didn't need to question my fertility,
Time plays surreal games...
Why would you cry for skin no more supple,
Or the vanished strength you cherished,
You could never be the same zealous rebel,
Those days have followed the mist...
Time seems to dry as leaves loose that ecstatic green,
The most cherished flower of youth has dissolved in stubborn time,
You are the bearer of the torch of this journey you've seen,
Times change before you flutter your eyes...
Time turns gray with each puff,
You were the free spirit now you're the rearer,
As time progresses you'll find yourself teemed with lust,
Fate and you are now closer...
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wow!!! good poem and really enjoyed the thought you have shared with us through this poem.
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