The most innocent desire & wish
To quell and cage rebel senses
It's a desire to fulfill
Aid in such senses exist
Through wisdom it may be heard
Wisdom's air exists as a soft breath
Discernment may only touch it's whisper
Twenties cup brinks of foolishness
Thirties eyes carries further from the wayward dart
Fourties circle engage in learned banter
Fifties days seem long & toiled
Sixty times more wisdom
Seventy left to appreciate
Eighties end, don't be late
Wisdom's air, a soft breath
Discernment may only touch it's whisper
YOU ARE READING
By The Light
ŞiirThis is a collection of poetry that I wrote myself. I hope all who read can enjoy the few bits of words I attempt to clamber together.
