A sweetness comes with age,
like fruit that’s overripe
A Poet then a Sage,
on this journey into night
A wish distilled from all regret,
its seeds to be re-sewn
A sweetness comes with age,
that buried youth could never know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2016)
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
A sweetness comes with age,
like fruit that’s overripe
A Poet then a Sage,
on this journey into night
A wish distilled from all regret,
its seeds to be re-sewn
A sweetness comes with age,
that buried youth could never know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October,2016)
