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
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