Full Gratitude Poem by Louis Borgo

A brethren of day youth and age does it change or fin of age how do words form discretion
To by pass what looks make or scene note it more hold of a key turn or engage?
Look on a winding road holds thought of conception view of discretion move or count or
Countless number left of titer.
Like a ribbon lost a bow tied to diferencia holds characteric of it on title
Of such thing as animistic to fear death to conquer death is it to siege or void notice
As day comes and days pass only thing at the end of a path is words said within meaning
I have to keep moving on and on and on judgement is pass on all not just one but that one,
Knows light emerge when doubt is mount does question siege meaning.