Poeta Pages

Photo by Peter Hilger In younger days, our mind we sculpt A future fortune dogged with doubt We go for the gamble We spin the wheel As fate lay it My prize revealed I member that day in our young love When my heart told me I'd crossed thereof Beyond a point in time does warn Without you dear of that I'd mourn Life's layers, like snow fall on snow What lies beneath, what lies before What is to come lasts forevermore Will you melt away before me Will your last day be first Will you melt away before me Will it feel like a curse Of rock or road, we have been down Through good and bad our vows abound Our pains have caused me strength From where it came; I could not of gone But only with you, my dearest one So here we are before us, rather older than young Time surely speaking forward, the melt has begun And so it must be, oh so naturally More dull, less sharp But not of my love You've always been my fortune, my dearest one Life's layers, like snow fall on snow What lies ...

Picture by Vicki Heschke Our lives the same, no longer they last Who know this day is special for some For most we age four times as fast Special for they were born thereon. When we are forty, they are but ten Their hair doth grey, tho' show no fear About us they linger, we know not when Except twenty and nine, every other even year. Gregorian math, lo the 15th century 42 years before Christ, Julius did leap Decided upon: second month February Time yields their secret, always we keep. The Spaniard did fly, the world it did prey No caution taken, it rendered its fear One hundred two years, or 25 to this day If no caution taken, Corona will spear This day 'tis special, twenty and nine Unless you are hiding, escaping the flu For all most memorable, a fearful time In one and four, we'll be thru this, too! By Peter Hilger