From an early age
You learn to move,
And thus engage
Though behooves,
A youthful apathy
Of apposite adage,
Save such be stage
Of likely oblivion,
Finds cause negate
Unripe constraints,
Who’s yet to image
Life peregrinate,
To eventual restraint!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
On my mind
Be a thought
I beg hold,
Plead ought
Despite told,
Stated recall
Running cold,
As age’s gift
Aims uphold,
Its fated way
To so define,
A wary play
For its time,
Be a thought
In grey mind,
Slipping away
Denied bind,
Despite sway
Means to find,
Its abject guide,
That it may stay
As thought of worth ,
To indulge fading days!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a Canapé 