Treasure Island

John G. Nelson

(August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)

Poems of John G. Nelson

41. My Heart cried 11/16/2006
42. My heart is a man 2/1/2008
43. My heart is in thy hands 7/2/2007
44. my most ancient bride 3/2/2009
45. My prayer 8/6/2008
46. My second letter to Grace 11/16/2006
47. My Tongue 7/29/2008
48. Nature 1/11/2008
49. Old age feel good 11/15/2006
50. Once a dream 8/23/2008
51. Prison holes 10/1/2010
52. Racism has a human heart.... 3/4/2009
53. she looks just like you 5/17/2008
54. sleep in my heart 3/2/2009
55. Strange woman 2/10/2007
56. Subtle emotions 1/11/2008
57. Tell her what she's worth 12/4/2006
58. The Elements 11/16/2006
59. The moment 3/15/2007
60. The whine of my brothers 8/31/2008

Old age feel good

Gray-headedness is a wonderful crown of beauty
Wisdoms I have accumulated, I embraced my dignity
One birth, one youth and one old age, I have enjoyed
This wonderful life, I have eked out, I now sit to rejoice

Old age or advanced years seem like a bottle field
Born of mortal flesh, discoloured by distress and illness
Weakening bones and flesh, my soul vulnerable to frailness,
But I am happy I have reached my zenith, years I wielded.

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