(c) ep robles 2010
With age the vine grows sweeter
but some liquor even sooner
a gallant soul to mix
produce potent spirits
:: 02-14-2014 ::
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WITH AGE
TENDERLY SIMPLE
MY wish so tender-simple
bare feet running upon the grass
My eyes– a smile wide
kissing blue-soft skies
and…
belly-deep carefree laughter
Oh! Though my skin
— the older grows
and whiter the snow
— upon my head
there be youth-fire
within my hearth
Sweet time-gentle
bless my mind…
intoxicating rivers
of memories past
Today awaken I as old
but to sleep in youth
— I surely go!
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ALLOW ME
ALLOW me — father time
Cover me gracious one
that age and wear
do not for me
into despair — recede
Keep such fire —
that compels for me
zest and happiness
Disperse the shadows
Love — come closer to me
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I SAW AN OLDER SOUL TODAY
I SAW an older soul today — by grace
a withered hand across the face
and lines that told stories of chance
And in the eye of the ancient one
a glimmer of youth betrayed such age
the soul is ageless beyond congeniality
Must we all be dead before we’re born
As pity holds no truth against reality
We sour in youth and sweeten with time
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