I will be old when time shall stand still.
The past will be gone too far to appeal.
And yet i'll look further back than ahead,
I'll scrutinize, not regret, the life I've led.
I shall smile if time 'll have been kind.
If I have withered, flesh to bone, I won't mind.
For I shall know then, as I know now;
It matters if you break, not how far you bow.
We're all but feathers in the whirlwind of time.
And it's true, if you fail when you try, it's no crime.
I shall stand among the trees on the hill,
Stare down into the valley at my heel,
Tis where I'll wash old wounds that don't heal.
Just by the river where stones sharpen steel.
I pray then that my mind be sharp as today,
That there'll be ears for words I'll have to say,
That my resolve be strong as the steel of the river,
Though I won't mind even though it shall waver,
'Cause I'll have paid to fate her full cost.
And I shall still know then, I was luckier than most.
- Constino
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Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoesíaLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
