“To BE Young Again”

 

 
To not let the parables of rhyme
undo my feeble amorist and verse.
To not let the seething weariness of
time and test.  Undo the span
of an unending curse.
To not see the cryptic patterns that leapt beneath the morrows.
To not let memories of my fading quest.
Feed my nightmarish sorrows.
To be young again.  Oh how this thought makes me cower.  For I know of its price and grandiose deals undoubtedly.  The tragedies of this feeble wielding deal.  A canker upon morality.   As the truth would seem so forgotten with finality becoming so unreal.