“ The Child In Me ” – held shades of used to be –

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The Child In Me

           – held shades of used to be –

Though many say

He’s but a shadow,

Held shades

Of used to be,

I play their game

But truly feel,

He’s still the same

The child in me…

 

Some even doubt

He still be there,

And more maintain

I am for naught,

The child is gone,

My hopes are fraught

With dreams

Of used to be…

 

But I say not,

I know the child

Yet lives in me,

And always must

As part of man,

From birth

Until that day

We turn to dust…

 

It matters not,

Though but a shade

Of used to be,

I know it’s him,

And so insist

He still exists

The child in me!

                                          written in Vence, Fr.

                                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Exploitation ” ~ advent to lament ~

 

You’re of a mind

Life starts betwixt,

Somewhere in time

And place defined

Where being exists,

In advent reached

Of evolutionary feel,

Where light gives sway

To ontogenetic mind

Would recognize real,

To but later lament

Man fails realize,

Exploited be his demise!