61
Old hearts are
Like starched aprons.
Who listens
To the dumb
But the deaf.
Love stirs feelings
and waits.
Even the heart
Has a need
Of its pastures
And watering holes.
62
It is good to avoid
the beaten paths,
Paths strewn
With beaten men
The heart
Has its own eyes,
It is now an embrace
Then the bastard or the beggar
Or the victim,
Who sits in welcome
With its barges draped with black
Or white flags.
63
Thoughts are like the trees
of the forest,
Life is like their
leaves,
Ground under the hooves
of beasts.
I wait
My head bowed in silence,
I had forgotten
The finger there
ON THE WALL.
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Meditations
PoetryOriginally a long page of free verses written by my father, I broke this down into chapters of three verses each and posted them up here. These were posted on FictionPress first.
