Kurt Philip Behm

If We Were Young Men

If we were young men,

  if we were strong

If we had fresh words,

  to add to our song

If we were soldiers,

  with war in our veins

If we were poets,

  our voices reclaimed

If we were lovers,

  of women that cried

If we went wandering,

  our hearts reapplied

If we were statesmen,

  the world in our grasp

If we were sailors,

  the wind at our backs

If we were farmers,

  with meadows so green

If we were actors,

  on stages supreme

If we were hunters,

  new wolf on the prowl

If we were dreamers,

  all wishes allowed

If we were young men,

  still facing the sun

But alas, we are old

—and darkness has come

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

Comments1

  • rrodriguez

    No yet, your light is still shining. Don't stop...

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks so much ...

      Just wrote this this morning in total disgust ....

      Our Blood Will Drain

      Three dead cops…
      our thoughts and prayers

      When will we ever learn,
      how many to make us care

      The end will not come,
      as false prophecy ordained

      But in political correctness,
      our blood will drain

      (Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

      • rrodriguez

        Awesome!



      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.