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Aging Soul

 Aging soul		

My soul is aging within dirty cage.
   My life is in pain from youth to age.
Until to hear news that my soul returns;
   I hope there is more written on this page.

To me sixty-three years, I know, I know not.
   Too many books, drawings to show, I know not.
The more I know, I know more that, all is pain;
   what do I need besides love to grow, I know not.
			
Of course, there is blossoming garden there.
   Angels and birds flew there, from everywhere.
Until beloved comes from high above;
   I drink to it because drunks do not care.

Too much to drink to me is just soul food feast.
   That bitter sweet wine, will change man to beast.
No wonder that I'm not the man used to be;
   Pour me another cup to forget at least.


8/25/16  Haloo

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Edward Mccall

January 25, 2017 at 11:51 AM

Hi Pashsng. I once lived those last five lines. So I can relate completely my friend. I hope since this posting that you have tasted better things.

Pashang Salehi

January 25, 2017 at 2:36 PM

Thank you. ..

Space Cadet

November 21, 2016 at 9:34 PM

"I drink to it because drunks do not care." I was young when I first heard the phrase, "A drunk one says what a sober one thinks." But I reserve to right to be wrong...Dance with the unknown deep into the Malbec night past seeded gardens schlepped behind fences, so we can age untended. Keep sharing. -- Wesley C.

Pashang Salehi

December 12, 2016 at 7:43 PM

I drink to that Wesley

Scott Thirtyseven

September 30, 2016 at 1:09 PM

That bitter sweet wine, may change man to beast. But just maybe could change a poem into a gem.

Pashang Salehi

September 30, 2016 at 5:20 PM

My friend Scott, you are too kind.

Andrea Dietrich

September 28, 2016 at 11:27 PM

Oh, Pashing, I can so related to this. I am only a few years behind you , My friend. I have written my tanka lament on this very same topic (not posted it yet). I enjoyed this one.

Pashang Salehi

September 29, 2016 at 9:56 AM

Thanks my friend.... cheers

Kai Michael Neumann

September 4, 2016 at 2:37 AM

This is very well written and bittersweet as Timothy says. and I agree that the paradox can shine to growth. have a good Sunday, Kai

Pashang Salehi

September 4, 2016 at 11:42 AM

Thank you Kai... did you that Kai in Persians means Universe! Micheal or Mikheal is one of the seven archangel and your last name is new man; you do the math. Happy Sunday to you too.

Timothy Hicks

September 3, 2016 at 5:37 PM

Your poetry is always bittersweet, Pashang, and this is no exception. Embracing the paradox that all is pain, and yet love is there, too ... perhaps not in conflict, but in the end, they compliment each other, giving meaning to the other, and vica-versa.

Pashang Salehi

September 4, 2016 at 2:20 AM

Thanks Tim.... “The Way is not in the sky; the Way is in the heart.” Buddha..