The Book of Ages
Surrounded by a myriad of facesOf loving smiles and warm embraces
Makes me wonder why in my mind
A shadow keeps me blind
And every wisdom and loving gesture bind.
Perhaps the loneliness of age
As we get closer, page by page
to the pangs of mortal fear,
as the edge of innocence draws ever near?
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-01-30 at 19:21
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