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.
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