Age Tell No More Lies
I had heard grandeur speeches
of wisdom and power
Eternal tales of grandeur and glory
legends WHISPERING through the times of days
Since I have sprouted, grey I've become
such legends are smoke,
fading with distance
and a 'striving after the wind'
WELCOMED-AGE, WHERE IS YOUR SPLENDOUR NOW?
Have I not been patient
I know gentler tales that have been kinder
and the years more brutal
than truthful
The time dilation and empty spaces,
chronic aches and endless boredom
Fading memories with stale hearings
a eager spirit but a failing body
Where was my promised crown
earned through perspiration of living
Where is the glory and splendor
If only our voices were melodic
and our words carried more weight
How we would DISPEL these tales
and pummel through progress
Yet age kept on backbiting
injecting through its virulent fangs
extruding all the knowledge to share
subjugating all my pleasures
I found myself in lost
Wanting of the youth I wasted,
pondering upon my crown
The lies that I was fed,
Lies that I now bear,
my crown of thorns,
a MARTYR's
crown
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