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AFTER TWENTY-FIVE
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2003 Poetry I remember those days
carefree was I
knowing only imminent blithe.
Exuberance in the room
relished by strangers my age.
Adam and Eve were beyond wisdom.
The birds and the beasts
were merely living things
inviting two varied feelings--
beauty and fright.
Now, reality creates sting
forming hallow in my eyes
fixated to a wooly sight.
Indeed, my mom was right
life becomes a nightmare
after twenty-five
Beautifully written piece
the loss of innocence suffered at adulthood
can indeed inspire poetry...
Zod