Saturday, October 28, 2023

Rage no more

Sing no more
in old age
for the rage
of the day
has passed.

Play no more
the great sage
for the weary
of life
will laugh.

At the moment
you think
you've lifted
the veil

Your journey is
at an end, and

You know now
why Aeneas
turned his back

On love
as you must do now.

12/23/10
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