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POETRY BY LAKE COUNTY POET MIKE ADAMS


PAIN AND TIME

 

Pain of age has swiftly come

As time did surely pass

Without the note of self to see

The body sets the cast.

 

Youthful men work hard without

The light of future see

And blindly take each forging step

Their pain is not to be.

 

Wonder yet if age and time

Can bridge the life of youth

Or if the quested venture be

The will will stay aloof.

 

Out on water time stands still

Where light is here at night

And peaceful empty clouds do stand

With goals far out of sight.

 

Decide what time is happening

While age and time do part

And off will go the time you had

For this too when to start.

 

Once and only once can come

Each piece of life you see

And here is where this time becomes

This times re-al-ity.

 

Sweat and pain diminish

As numbness sets in still

While you have this chance to go

Where you take your will.

 

When this ends and pain is past

The look will stay with rhyme

The good will shine and mem-ories

Will last for endless time.


 

So sail away with lofty plans

And dreams of seven seas

With a welcome breeze that blows

That beckons you to see,

 

What glory is for you to have

If time be forward brought

For action will the answer be

From lasting dreams be sought.

 

Off with one who's time is right

And visit is to please

To seek the love of salty air

When roam the seven seas,

 

Where up comes mighty solitude

That ready you were not

For different than your dreams become

For time will not be caught.

 

Onward through this action dream

You many times will say

For this is what I want of life

My dreams can't go away,

 

Face the truth of time that calls

When dreams become but real

That sacrifice the dreams you have

Can make your life seem still.

 

Then up comes something special

That you did figure not

The truth of what you sought of this

Adventure you be taught,

 

Immortal life that you did see

Was never there at all

You face the cold reality

Of deaths elusive call.


 

The teacher will be teaching

The child that comes to play

For many times a lesson learned

Can grip the sole to pray,

 

From lessons that will shelter

The drive that keeps you there

And stow away the after thoughts

From existential scare.

 

Life and dreams and death you know

Can bring the salt to cheek

Though many different ways there are

For man to really seek,

 

And understand his calling

When deep inside he sees

The essence of the timeless soul

Upon the seven seas.

 

With Blast and flash of lightning's roar

From vintage passing ships

With creaking bones down to their core

And whispers from their lips

 

And secret time of floodship waves

Caressing but with might

Covers all the sands of time

And brings anew with light

 

Plentiful these crashing storms

Of time immortal past

Renew the lust of angry bones

As powering windships pass

 

Weathered sides from storm and light

Of life's declining trip

And through it all to bottom go

On bottoms, death to sit.


  

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