Senescence Bloom
For a skinny kid
I remember being brave
“Penny divers”, for coins
Courageous we stood atop the bridge
and leapt to choppy waters below
Swear before god, blood oaths till death
So fierce was my rebel heart
Ideals rooted deep
and simple words to say
look out for me and my mates today
As the years rolled by
skin leathers, bones crackle
hair grows everywhere
the body slowly withers
friends are dead or moved away
On these weary days, I ponder
is the cultivation of spirit
crafted from these childhood moments
to spark our neural highways
imprint upon the brain
then after life
to spiritually bloom
a perfect miracle
adrift in the multiverse
Entered in "A Contest on Aging"
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
18.06.2019
Copyright © Georgia Kereopa | Year Posted 2019
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