Old Wine in New Skins

 

 

October 3, 2009

I wrote this a few years ago:

 

 

 

 

Comes the sunset of my soul,

With heavy gloom and heavy toll.

I plow my share in rage,

My unfeeling heart think not to gauge.

 

 

 

 

My sandy footsteps are effaced by the tide,

Just as time imperils vanity and pride.

Can I ply my oars with unlamenting will,

Or is invincible resentment never to be still?