Not so Immortal Youth
©12-22-2020, Olan L. Smith
The cold sands of time frost the hill like
The tip of an old man's knob, forever sealed
Fates of times yet unknown, unrivaled,
And unrevealed by the youth in its immortal
Thoughts of longevity; reduced by age,
Bumps, bruises, and broken bones of unbounded
Vigor, yet unexpressed and undiscovered.
Who recognizes their own mortality is a blessed
Person, they are not wrapped in dreams that
Consume the times of forever, and they become
Tangible by awareness of deadlines and understood
Limits of creativeness. For some it takes a lifetime
To realize their resolve, why they were put on this
Globe, in this time, and for what reason. If you do
Not know, ponder your mortality and realize in
The remaining time; it's never too late to be fullness.
(Photo: Olan L. Smith, 1954, age about 10 months, c. Olan Smith)
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poésie"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
