“ Years Moreover ” ~ and the sum of them ~

 

I sought living

Years the more,

Of them the sum

Secures encore,

For score or two

Not ne’er enough,

A pardon due

Leads me to plead,

Not waive the stuff

Of years one lived,

Chance be my best

Of time life gives,

When soon to rest

Hold years ahead,

Not played as test

For idling dead,

When all ‘tis left

Means but to pass

Expressly fast,

Begs added score

To get it right

Before the dark,

Be my eternal night!

 

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“ Look At Me ” ~ beneath the surface ~

 

If you should look

Beneath the surface,

You’ll see likeness

Didst hardly fade,

Despite time past

Held so its shade,

Though failed spare

Held masquerade,

Altering whole

The sum’s façade,

While signs of ware,

Offers but a shadow

Of my enduring soul!

“ The Sum Of Me ” ~ plus flesh and bone ~

 

It be but flesh

And bone

This body

I have owned,

Since abandoning

The womb,

But until now

The sum of me

Was but life form,

In a world not flown…

 

As time gave shape

To fasten so within

Contours of my fate,

Wisdom took its place

Apposite to its state,

To have mind thrive

Should I by then survive

And so to cast about,

Tho if to grow alone

Would then want rest,

With not a heart of stone

Within my aging bones,

Alas with but the sum of me!