A sweetness comes with age,
like fruit that’s overripe
A Poet then a Sage,
on this journey into night
A wish distilled from all regret,
its seeds to be re-sewn
A sweetness comes with age,
that buried youth could never know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: October 3rd, 2016 10:57
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Comments3
Breaks your heart to have known writers, musicians, statesman and their like who died young. Thanks.
Thank you!
Wonderful write
Thanks Tony!
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