Lions angry-
frothing, seething
that courage can
kill death,
But not Time
Which is death's own mother
Grey with patience
Knowing always
the outcome
Still,
sweetly, genuinely
she smiles
With a mother's pride
Throwing her full sun- -
a sacred light
upon the savage, aging warriors
Ever resurrecting the old
within the
coming lineage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marty, such a great poem👍👍👍
thank you for taking the time to read my work and for your kind words