When born as old
then aging young
Youth before us
with laughter sung
Each day better
than one before
Sick or senile
the past absorbs
Born decrepit
our weakness shows
A mother’s milk
of hope to grow
As childhood waits
the future plays
Where years befriend
—each passing day
(Septa R5: January, 2024)
Impaling Our Psyches
Hiding in daylight
concealing his teeth
Flying at night
in flocks of deceit
When fortune demands it
he says he’s a bird
When birds are in season
a flittermouse heard
He courses the difference
of right into wrong
Impaling our psyches
— with fears to prolong
(The University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2024)