Today is
the same day
I was born and
I am the same age
as Jesus was
before he
met his creator
before he let
himself get nailed
onto the cross
while befriending a thief
waiting
for mercy
shattered by tears
of an ending existence
counting off seconds
watching
the movement
of the Three o’ clock sun...
I see my reflection of
thirty three years inside
the mirror of salad days
and remember the youth
of fools gone by
and walk out into a city
where I’ll make it a point
not to forget
how he walked
immortality home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.. ...'remember the youth of fools gone by..' Among many others, this is my favorite line from this scripted waterfall of thought. Very inspirational. I read this poem from beginning to end..4 times! Thank you for sharing! Deanna xx ..