Time stopped his heart to feel what he had missed
at 20 years, his handsome features were his prized possessions
such was that beauty that made heads turn as if witnessing a new dawn
he was reckless, never knew how and when to hesitate or run away from danger.
At 30, dusk was descending on the edge the impatient time
he had to discover new powers and new secrets that would shield him
had to make his scars and wounds invisible along with protecting his sanity
he sought all strength to survive in this world where many die of thirst unfulfilled.
At 40 he never stopped to listen to all the sounds and rhythms of the heart
had been careful to remain faithful and project his own reality
the dollar brought flowers and he enjoyed the delicious power of masculinity
and he understood the unrefined language of his heart’s meaning.
At 50 he grandly sang of his infallible existence as part of creation
life was full and his life had surely taken precedence over history
time had surely proved to be a test of suffering and trouble
but now, he felt trapped in this amber of redeeming his own spirituality.
Love this–rolling through the years and finally realizing you need to pay attention to the here and now. Been there, done that. Thanks for sharing this, Aston. 🙂
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Am so glad that you found this piece relevant, thought I explore my expectations and see where I stand…Poetry opens up that inner eye where infinitive wisdom lies. I appreciate and value your feedback as always! Wishing you a great weekend Joan!
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At every stage of life, there are commitments to keep, promises to fulfill, ambitions to reach….Seldom does one realize to live for just the present moment….Beautiful poem….!
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Thank you! Precisely my point! So glad to hear that great feedback and to have you visit!
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