The Harvest of Wisdom
In the dying throes of Autumn's fading sun,
When the cold of day invades old tempered blood,
And the chatter of familiar sounds is long since gone,
And with it taken the sweet buds of May I once loved.
I will hold back the memories of wasted youth,
And drink what's left of life, with a heart that's wrought,
Cloaked secrets revealed in this man's dying truth,
Spiralling towards Nature's womb, wishful I thought,
Of summers dressed in copper crimson dance,
Of freshly cut grass inhaled, carefree I lazed upon,
With speckled eyes a life unseen, to seize a second chance
To wind back time to the day I was newly born.
A pearl of wisdom emerged from my mother's womb
The milk of mother's love suckled from her tender breast
Years nurtured in the bosom of each luminous waiting room
The hands of time breathing help, Love's welcomed guest.
To soar the skies, with arms outstretched, that span the universe,
And taste sweet nectar from Nature's now brimming cup
To thrill the eyes and ears with a life I had once in failure rehearsed
Glowing embers of Autumn's sun, relish and savour each flavoured sup.
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