Albert Ahearn Poems

Naiveté in younger years
And meager sense between my ears
What interested me the most
Were comic strips within the Post.
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I stand alone, ashore before
The suns inevitable quench.
My eyes absorb the golden brown
Horizon melting into night.
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Guess what, today I have become
A septuagenarian.
“A what, a vegetarian? ”
No dude! One who turns seventy.
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The morning dove he mourns the morn
With repetitive, lyric song.
His plaintive coo evokes in me
The long, forgotten memories
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There isn’t much that I don’t know
Of life that I have lived but once,
This doesn’t mean my life was full
A fool would dare to say as much;
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I envision the very first
Uttered words of Man ascending
Like misty vapor suspended
As endless cloud-filled vibrations
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I hear the tantalizing sound
Of sibilant sea waves shaping
Sandy shorelines, beckoning my
Soul’s return whence it came
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They appear innocent enough
Those symbol sounds that every child
Memorizes before they know
What they mean or what they’re used for.
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In my armor instead he wore
Now lays dead, my friend of honor
Petroclus, Oh! The grief I bear
Cannot be wiped away like tears.
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Day fades into semidarkness
And night’s ravenous appetite
Slowly consumes remaining light
Leaving nothing but shadowy
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