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
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016
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