My mind is canvas for the paints of wonder <br />A wharf that harbours knowledge most profound <br />It eye's not thoughts cavorting lady thunder <br />Yet trembles under fear of crashing sound <br /> <br />It buckles under stress of guilt encroaching <br />And struggles under strain of duties found <br />Though soon evolves with saviours viewed approaching <br />It's faith is born while blessed on journey bound <br /> <br />It shan't be ridiculed for lack of reason <br />For now with heart does vow to keep the truth <br />Together fighting charlatans who treason <br />Attacking memories of blissful youth <br /> <br />This bloody battle steals it's final years <br />And death engulfs my last subsiding fears<br /><br />Fuzzy James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-adulthood-old-age-death/
