mind neither
young nor old
how was life sold...
young either
a life addict beaver
or thoughts weaver
beneath the flesh
heart mind faith
love hate sows
a teenager/child
with sight gained
in decades seeing
leaves footprints believing
footprints in tidal sands
weight shifts souls echoes...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem