Ronin 100
I am nearing the endless night and my body
reminds me of it’s torture in a daily vigil
toward reprimand
My adoration of you my love has passed
from heated loins on pillows
to passionate words on parchment
My son the weapons of war
are now wielded in words
I am old yes a gift that I did not deserve
but a treasure I shall take with me
to the next horizon
upon this pebbled road
Copyright © Ryan Kelly | Year Posted 2012
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