Which way shall I take the course to my reader’s hearts,
What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
I'm probably too old for this but when I read something like your poem I go all mushy. Loved it and know it comes from the heart. You can't just 'compose' those thoughts.
I have been reading a great book by Jeanette Winterson recently called "Lighthousekeeping" and this reminds me of a passage I just read, and it is true, love lasts always. Lovely work, Susan.
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What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
Regis
'Time does not advance, nor destroy nor minimize.'
I love this poem, my favorite line above. if love is truly given it remains forever. Thank you sharing. Warmth and Love to you. Carin
Edwin
So beautiful and reminds us what love is about. I love the flow of the poem
Mary