Elders'Watch
I just have to watch,
painstakingly watch and watch,
to see how the loins of a man, becometh
faceless!
You say faceless? Yes! Nay!
For my thoughts betray my heart,
I have to sit and watch how a graveyard turns cradle.
Is it for the love of women? I dare not day.
We all battle different gods for victory,
yet, we battle in strength and wits!
I've seen the puffs,
I know the smell,
I hear the moans -
It tickles me hard!
Yet, it rings; scourging to and fro,
down the moments, I row.
No bitterness in my lair,
yet, I must watch.
For wits gained in seeing,
hearts forget not.
Wits gained in experiences,
the soul cling always to.
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