There are humans who lag raw and robust
Perhaps it's a way of looking at things
O' it could be an unknown, they keep just
Or just a manner of what thinking brings
The cascade of enduring bloom a sings
Irrigating from the wellsprings of truth
Searching for sip of magic water zings
Worn by lifetime of dubious dispute
Tis' e'vry of us, longing for fountain of youth
© daniel miltz
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