Age’s toll
The soul screams – cries out in silence –
in age, without dreams – never comes a chance
for souls, it seems – to experience another dance
under moon beams – have life’s moment enhance
the hours of one’s day, or better one’s ways,
no matter how they pray, for hours to fade away
so that one might say, nothing lasts, nothing stays,
no one left to play, so for everyone who may
get to see, get to feel, get to understand and know
the essence of the one who takes the time to show
what is buried beneath the snow of a cold mans soul
which by north winds, and by south winds, doth blow.
( B. J. “A ” 2 )
March 23th 2006
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