Nestor

The vale of years

have no doubt

Turned me into a Goethean Sage.

My once many fears

Have long dissipated with age.

I have witnessed all along the tears

Of men as well as their rage.

Life itself is succulent as Ambrosia pears,

And if you fill each page

Of your earthly existence

With the very quintessence

Of joyful living…

And ever grateful in giving.

Your heart will in time unfold

Like the white lotus in all

Its glories, without fail…

 

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