Wednesday, 7 May 2014


Am I to paddle the same canoe
In manhood as in youth
Shall I remain always back there
In heart and memory and voice
Unchanged still
Floating on an easy pond
Bent to what unfolded
Scattered yesterdays before
Will I evermore play
With my childhood toys
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Or do my eyes see here
Further on
Much further on
A place beyond limitation
Past conforming to the rebellion
Of a bygone ghost
Does not life move
Sweet as a tumbling mountain river
Toward the ever shifting horizon
Of today

(c) By Bob Paris
May 7, 2014
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