What We Have Forgotten

 

The youth of our long ago,

tiptoes around the edges of our sight.

We have been Che Guevara and Kent State,

Or lying in the mud with our souls

Bathed in the light of complete darkness

As happy as larks, stinking in joyful bliss

Speaking volumes of love to mother earth

Until the realization of parenting slaps us silly.

 

Yet we change little,

Years of frustration escape the fundamental desire

To seek what we long have forgotten, being innocent

Being at peace with the breakage of our bodies,

Not as immortal as we once might have thought

But more immortal than we ever realized,

As love grows deeper and deeper,

and we continue toward some point in time,

where we find that laughing at ourselves

is the muse that pulls us ever closer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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