A tortured sage

Old, thats me
with a yearning for
a heart I met
in Ecuador
The years have passed
and in an age
The book of life
is an open page
that holds the spirit
of the age
The spirit of a
tortured sage

Old, thats me
with a yearning for
a heart that
beats in Ecuador
a gal
a child
compared to me
who is, wild
as wild as
she can be
The book of life is
an open page
That hold the spirit of the
age
And a spirit of a Tortured
Sage

From all the sad
embittered strife
That kills the soul
and ends true life
Old, thats me
with a yearning for
a heart
that beats in Ecuador
I can’t imagine
youth but I
know at last the
question why?
The book of life is an
open page
That holds the spirit
of the age
And the Spirit
of a Tortured Sage
Who may die in Ecuador