Age S Toll

Age’s toll The soul screams – cries out in silence – in age, without dreams – never comes a chance for souls, it seems – to experience another dance under moon beams – have life’s moment enhance the hours of one’s day, or better one’s ways, no matter how they pray, for hours to fade away so that one might say, nothing lasts, nothing stays, no one left to play, so for everyone who may get to see, get to feel, get to understand and know the essence of the one who takes the time to show what is buried beneath the snow of a cold mans soul which by north winds, and by south winds, doth blow. ( B. J. “A ” 2 ) March 23th 2006