Gathering the Truth
That very girl
In whose eyes
You could drown
If you could just
Hold her gaze aloft
For a second or two
Truly, six lines
As embracing
As the peril.
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The hand will ever remain rebellious
The brain – cold detached and repulsive
The unpleasant odor
The increasingly relentless reality
And not your fancy
And so, at long last – the long awaited
Realization
Finally awakened
Some conclusions are perhaps an action
And maybe a tiny – mini achievement.
A Great Man in the Making
And I didn’t have
Even a moment
Of that
Wondrous/carefree and easygoing spectacular experience
Called:
YOUTH
Born old and wise and unwanted
Yet forever fresh in spirit
Always on the watch
Ready to serve
Slow to learn
Ever eager to please
Sometimes easy to fret on
All in all:
A great man
On the move and
In the making.