He walks, lost between the old pages of time,
Moments, seconds, minutes & passing of hours,
He dances between words of old music & rhyme,
Between poetry, songs & tales of ivory towers.
He sways between memories of familiar old names,
Of days, weeks, months & the cruel passing of years,
Recalling paths, between ageing & childhood games,
Lost now, within his sad confused & irrational fears.
He lives between love & hate, the good & the bad,
He´s a mere pendulum, within the life he has lived,
Yet he´s learned the difference between happy & sad,
He now knows the secret, of a life truly well sieved.