Path's Of Gold Poem by Kevin Patrick

Some Brows are crowned with pensive lines

With Coffins born in the skull filled grave

But do not fear your summits range

For The Second Act is best played sublime




And athletes may sink where beauty rests

As youths a drug that wears more thinner

Yet age is a wine not fit for beginners

Tastes textures swell as wisdom ferments




And Time imbibes our lives with dread

Instead of which it’s meant to teach

To live with love in days of peace

And cease our path on gold we tread