Sunday, August 4, 2013

Simpler Ways

If pain would ready me for peace
to come in my later years
I would gladly wait the time
biding them with tears

Like waiting for spring to rise
from winter's dormant bed
or the waters to drink the sunset
turning the tide all red

Like waiting for my nighttimes
to swallow morning days
and all the moonbeams
to feast upon noon's hot blaze

and old age will find me
living simpler ways

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