Eternal youth – K.B

Eternal youth

 

 

O bad mirror,
Showing me
Wrinkling hands
And falling eyes.

O bad mirror,
Destroying
My concepts
About eternal
Joy

O bad mirror,
Showing
Me the effect
Of time
That infects me.

O bad mirror,
Taking away
The apple
Off my eyes.

O freedom,
Longly cherished,

The old man
Needs help,

I’m getting
Real for a
Poet

I see
My destruction
In the hands of whom
I grew.

If you open
My cupboard,

There’s a
Skeleton,

The bones
Of my father

Good to give
To bless

Another pagan
Child.

 
K.B

 

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