Of an Age
Two old men
sitting under a banyan tree
talking of philosophy
their darkest nights, coldest days
Was Nietzsche right
did life amaze us
with strength and beauty?
Did we survive our trials
to be rewarded
in ways we could never find
without misfortune to guide
into a promised land?
Wondrous lovers in magical nights
of dream come true
Sons marching off to war,
a father's pride
That sickening loss and horror
when they died
Derision from socialites
on fallen streets, defeated
The dismal sight one becomes
when hope has fled
before and after
That haunting laughter
never ends
Though faith can be replaced
better friends may follow
true amends may allow
new visions to form
The nightmare, the storm
give way to rainbows once more.
Two old men,
weathered, withered, wise
Listen and learn
to the music in their eyes
to the gentle loving smile
echoing through visions
inscribed
upon the cave walls
of their minds.
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