Age Old, New
The mortal world’s a redundant realm;
nothing’s ever new. Naiveté, too often,
drives the human ego.
Every action has a consequence.
Vision has little to do, with the physical eyes;
much to do with faith and conscience.
The body mortal, cannot recall the spirits life before.
New is fiction, written by ego.
Clearly a best seller between the written lines;
the spirit reads the past.
Vision reaches in and draws out
many winners from history’s hopper.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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