Past Times

Past Times Old men dreams Embraced in the fading Luminescence Of the waning moon Some buried In the soils Of the forgotten Upon the shores Of lands once visited Flashing memories Of the vigor and valor Giving cause For false bravado The twinkle in their eyes Long since dulled, No longer erect Is their verve, But their Semi virile And absent minded ego Could never admit Such a thing Can not move fast These days, Nor do we think As sharply As we once prided ourselves, But i am wise ... I think Life has a way of humbling one In ways never before considered Times past This could never be An admission Because every reflection In every type of mirror Pictured me As Superman ... Or Jesus Christ Never considered the weight Of blasphemy In my younger days Because then I could outrun Karma, But now that my pace Has slowed, She comes bearing gifts ... Some heavy weights, But most sweet fruits, So I must have accidentally, Or unconsciously Done a few things right I am still an explorer, Discovering new pains, Aches, And a lack of mobility, But that is ok, For I still have my dreams Of a past I think Used to be (c) 16 december 2018 : william s. peters, sr. www.iamjustbill.com