Mr. X’s Poetry: The Young v. The Ache of Age

The ache of age is parallel to years

Of young-like yearning, foolishly in smears.

The walks of waking children jolt to twitch

The spirits of the house to watch the joy

Of leaders born from little feet of which

Cannot contain excitement’s buzzing ploy

To play the day away with hearts so rich.

Of age and being tumbles knowledge’s glory

In an experience as old as rivers

That mayth placate the eyes with wisdom’s stories,

So as to flow to youths in times of shivers

Where men of age are walking allegories.

Be marked the roots of age and youth inhal’d

That breaks the galaxy to spinless gale.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s