THANK YOU FOR PARIS

THANK YOU FOR PARIS..

I am old and gray,

Vitality now a myth..no longer there,

Hidden in the angles and folds newly discovered.

The mirror I abhor,

Does not but remind of days before.

You see the wrinkles,

Look in the eyes..

Gravity, only my soul defies!

I see,

The seed of a thought,

Ere it comes to fruition,

Tis but a grape on the vine,

Ere the final rendition.

I see,

The first word on a page,

Ere it becomes the latest rage...or outrage;

A sunrise of days,

Ere sun sets in a haze.

I see,

Your smile so wonderful,

Ere a tear falls so rueful,

Your face in my heart,

Ere a conversation does start.

I see,

All the beginnings,

Before all of the ends,

That life is not done,

Still questions, still yearns!

Passion forgotten,

Peers out from eyes that still twinkle,

He sighs...

It is a good day to battle again!

Take up the burden with pride,

Cast the doubts to the side,

The day is young again!

The mirror is a lie so sweet!

Thank you for Paris,

The world lies at my feet.

Peace