the waves I have met
the ripples and tumbles
driftings, rollings,
twistings, coilings,
my bonnie cells
move along their path
I see the wrinkles
I ogle at my flabs
even though my abs
are not too untight
do I deplore
what I cannot have
my insecurity
my mood swings
my doubts
of my youthful years
yearning for wisdom
now wisdom stands
and laughs in my face
for what for whom
only the experience,
the road
and then some?
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