I am the Old Man 

My age? 

Ah, does that still matter? 

My title is called decrepit, or so they say

A title that wraps around my wrinkles 

A title that wraps around my blurred eyes 

A title that wraps around my dimming ears

Some say I have no strength, 

but isn’t my age my strength? 

Some say I have no power, 

but isn’t my age my power? 

Ah, does that sti...

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Ancient Young Souls

Beneath

Tones

Floor

Vibrate ghosts 

Struggle is in evidence everywhere

So too are spirits we know

Bendable young tress

Skins of bovine

Gazelle

Buffalo and deer

Wooden box drums

Drawers of dressers

And shipping crates

Seashells

Ram horns

Elephant tusk

Reeds as weeds

In

Wind

Blown

Truth

And

Metals heated

Bent...

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