Old perpetual man,
That's weathered a world evolving,
That rose with suns and fell to stars
An eon and a day,
He's hostage to a land,
A weathered world revolving,
That raised the Sun and brought the stars
That hold his fears at bay.
But, time is in his hand,
From problems he's been solving.
And sometimes Venus clings to Mars
And illuminates his way.
And a sunset's auburn spans,
For this single man evolving
And pulls his soul to love and wars
And the perpetual array.
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
