A Romanesque nose drops from my brow
‘neath dual guardians camouflaged in green
The deep crescent canyon parting my lips
Reveals tall tales the guardians have seen.
My hair is black but turning white
A grand piano in fading light
The bronzed skin of my aging body
Cracked! An antique painting gone shoddy.
These limbs once agile and fierce
‘come victims to time, weakened by age
The strong mind and warrior’s thoughts
Fleeting actors leaving the stage.
Still the drumbeat continues to thrive
Man’s triumphant will, the heart alive
decay decrepit feeble and frail
Though broken in body, strong spirits don’t fail.
To newly planted trees in the forest of humanity
I foist upon you the brilliance of years
With Love Faith Empathy and Belief
The heart will smile, though the body in tears.
Final words drip from my pen
A blackened plume betraying my soul
Forty seasons of experience expressed in these drops
Wisdom for offspring sealed, in Protagonist’s scroll.