Youth had its way
somehow true, that back then, each day
was longer, more complete,
and I never thought about defeat.
Years passed days grew shorter
then my mind contemplated
the meanings of fear and experience
and I began to have thoughts of defeat.
Ah! To be a child of wonder again,
to look upon the world with new eyes,
that knew no answers and indeed had no questions…
but now, half my day slips by in memory of defeat
When once my coffin is prepared,
will my days of eternal silence be shorter still:
no questions, no answers no fears will I know
and defeat will have been just an illusion.
I’ve been reading Gary’s poems of the past two days…from wizard training to Deliverance…so inspiring.