Love and Wisdom
A poem
A poem
Growing wisdom lessens life’s stings,
though in my soul I feel the hurt.
Dull eyes reflect yesterday’s tears
while cherishing all the while
those cold counted years.
Would you catch me on your tongue
when I fall like drizzled rain?
Could I evaporate in your last kiss
to sublimate and fall again?
While sitting in this memory,
I sense a rain that never falls.