He is as one
With he whom resides
Abidingly inside,
Who lived within
When body draped
With youthful skin,
Yet he who be therein
Albeit much the same,
Not so the he we see
Worn more than thin,
With cragged façade
Those years did carve,
Upon a now worn lad
The while resides as one,
With he who lives inside!
ode to they who have arrived
enjoyed reading over this poem. Great thoughts!
Having enjoyed, as you say, you have no doubt arrived, in and on a positive way. Nice to meet another thinking person.
Love this one! ❤
Thank you my dear friend. You have arrived… but I already knew that! Jean-Jacques