When we and things get dry and old
youthful moisture a thing of the past
will we still be playing hard
and playing well
that ego character we've played for
decades passed?
if old man Bob or Sally
were still characiatures
of themselves
they'll be back
for another round
dissolving who WE are
landing us back in the lap of God's
House
timeless
bliss
'I'm found'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely conceived and executed, I liked your poem. I invite u to read my poems, thanks.