My dreams prick like a needle in the groin.
Phallus! now dangles like the ash on a spent joint.
Know longer a hanger for my towel!
know big top in my morning sheet’.
A random fall, every whenever!
But the canvases, provides a new view going forward,
Not the end! only a new perspective.
Age is an island in the sea of life,
A peak, rising above youths hot blood,
The winter of a life well spent.
A time to reflect an grow, ‘using the right head’.
I do declare!
I am a creature, progressively thirsting for knowledge.
I look around calmly and see the universal god of love,
His fingerprints on all things big or small.
I start this my last journey filled with understanding.
Hope such a big word.
