My mind is canvas for the paints of wonder
A wharf that harbours knowledge most profound
It eye's not thoughts cavorting lady thunder
Yet trembles under fear of crashing sound
It buckles under stress of guilt encroaching
And struggles under strain of duties found
Though soon evolves with saviours viewed approaching
It's faith is born while blessed on journey bound
It shan't be ridiculed for lack of reason
For now with heart does vow to keep the truth
Together fighting charlatans who treason
Attacking memories of blissful youth
This bloody battle steals it's final years
And death engulfs my last subsiding fears
Fuzzy James
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-adulthood-old-age-death/
