Now That I Am Old
Now that I am old:
Did I know of the gold I once held,
the softness of a woman's kiss,
my flesh binding to her flesh,
the look in her eyes as they sought
in vain my hidden soul...?
Now... that I am old:
Shall I grieve for my young days
when I swam though the world
carelessly and oft without grace?
Now that I am old:
Does it matter I can see clearer,
feel deeper, love in freedom,
regardless of the inevitable sadness
life blankets us all in,
as death's shroud covers our love?
Now that I am old....
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2018
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