“ Emotions ” ~ be peepholes ~


Are but peepholes,

For people

To explore,


In their souls…


Should you ask

Me to explain

I’d beg to abstain,

As to further elaborate

Would only discombobulate!

“ Days We’d Tasted ” ~ be without end ~

I nigh recall

When but a tot,

Days mostly all

Be without end,

Thus no part plot

Then to be fed,

But chosen dishes

Hence composed

Held daily doze

Of youthful wishes…


Yet growing up

Had not foretold,

Days made face

Life want remould,

As child burns

To aging bold,

That soon exacts

Its weighty toll,

For growing old

Bids less recall,

Of days we’d tasted all!