I spy Treasure Island with a telescope
Peter Pan, forever young
And walking with a brass cane
old man on the pier looking out
like Tiny Tim, forever young
through the wrong end of the telescope
he's an old sea-dog again
on the Spanish Main with Captain Kidd
and Long John Silver his hearty shipmate.
Succinct but nevertheless very thought-provoking, Kenny. Your poem makes me realize how time flies and "age" never stops "aging." Love and peace to you,
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Love ya!
Jane