Poetry

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The lights were dim,


The voices were soft and hushed


Life always fragile, was quietly ebbing away,


The body once so strong and sturdy,


Now, so frail and weak and wan,


Life had been a wonderful voyage


Across the oceans of time,


So many discoveries to enliven the mind


each one a new burst of adrenalin to


fuel the travel and time to


the next novel of joy


When the mind and body was fueled by


youthful energy and anticipation, eagerness


spawned experimentation unlimited,


unchecked by the barriers of age or inhibitions.


Time, a prime mover of childhood, of youth, of all stages of life,


of times moving too swiftly to grasp,


too fleeting to analyze its toll;


if indeed the zeal of living allowed this impediment of its flow.


We hurry on, to what? To where?


Ah! To new horizons, somewhere beyond the sunset,


beyond imagination or reality;


some feeling of the urgency to-move to meditate, to explore,


to see and feel new frontiers,


frontiers that had no shape of thought,


just of being swept along on wings of flowing exhilaration,


subtle but commanding.

by
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