A Younger Man’s Face
When I was a child and played with abandon
Life was simple
Love was everywhere
When I wore a younger man’s face
The world was simple
yet love was complicated
Now I see the world through an older man’s eyes
Love is simple,
Life multi faceted
The future is the next great adventure…
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
