The lines on his face
\nWere deep as the sea
\ncreated from stress
\nfor the whole world to be
\nwitnessing how age took hold
\nand could harm
\nmanifestations of previous calm
\nyouth rose before him
\na porcelain light
\nsoft held aloft in the silk of the night
\nlips little waves in a new dawn of blue
\nhair going grey of an innocent hue
\nthe lines on his face
\nwere accomplished and deep
\nwould the child from the depths
\never comfortably sleep<\/p>\n
would the child ever dream
\nwould the child ever be
\nbeside this old fool
\nfinding infinity
\nthe lines on the face
\nthe prolapse of the soul
\nthe cheek flushed and fresh
\nbehold there’s a mole
\nOn the face of the child
\nwrapped in swaddling there
\nWhat stress did it have
\nit just doesn’t seem fair<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The lines on his face Were deep as the sea created from stress for the whole world to be witnessing how age took hold and could harm manifestations of previous calm youth rose before him a porcelain light soft held … Continue reading