The older I get
the deeper my soul
The longer the days gone
the simpler my goal
Technicolour dreams of youth
replaced by a milder array
more vanilla hopes and stills
just a ship that lies in the bay
Some call it age and some, wisdom
this thankful stilling of the mind
but what it is, you can only see
when you stop the dash, and find
Colour me sea
I am free
allowed to be
a different kind of me
L. Spies
2014
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