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Crone, Sage of Age

An old woman  
Mind of a child  
Who am i today  
The old lady  
Crone, sage of age  
My child  
Wonderment
Fairy tales
Running thru my head  
My mythical Kniight  
I know is somewhere  
One who  
Sweeps maidens of age  
Off their feet  
Honoring them  
Giving them praises  
Never received  
I am child  
I am woman  
Giver of life  
Into physical existence  
Leader in all ways  
Even though not  
Conceded by others  
Who wish to remain  
In charge  
As wars and destruction  
Are wrought on humankind  
Without thought  
Other than ego driven  
Chest pounding  
Self-destruction  
And so,  
Pendulums swing  
Wide, side-to-side  
Slowly centering itself  
Part of the tree of knowledge  
For all to partake  
An old woman  
Mind of a child  
Who am i today  
The old lady  
Crone, sage of age
elsiesan
Written by elsiesan
Published | Edited 7th Jun 2020
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