The Old Soul Ponders
The Old Soul Ponders
The Old Soul Ponders
Old soul, ripped its tent and retired
into another long daylight fog
Pay the wages, old age is soundly mired
in the barks of a lazy dog
Serpent like- Each day twists its tail
where angels fear to ever tread
Sticky- Those tentacles leading to Hell
rude awakening even for the dead
Tunnel is long and dark with no light
thrashers cutting stalks for the corn
Bruised thoughts invade before the fight
as wisdom belches out its high scorn!
Alas! Wise words shot me in my back
as blood soaked my racing feet.
For courage was never what I lack
Yet Time eternally laughs at our defeat!
Robert J. Lindley , 11-17-2015
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