Sophia White

Rookie - 3 Points ('90 / America)

To The Old - Poem by Sophia White

Ah! Crownéd heads of gilded years!
In robes with trains of practiced time,
Slippered in pastel sunrise,
Belted with vibrant sunset,
Walking past in company sublime!

Ah! Timelines cross thy astute faces,
Maps that trace the wisdom of ages,
Knowest thou only the intricacies,
Esteemed good and dread fallacies,
More wealth upon thee than in history’s pages.

Ah! Sagacious heralds of the pending Hand,
Silently holding up hands of warning,
Guiding us who so foolishly stray
While walking the same twisting way,
Thy steps are bright as the glossy new morning.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, January 24, 2011

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