When the good books are read
and the music
what will I do?
I mean, it has been a line of words that has kept me going (for some, it’s a line of coke)
some great symphony
from 300 years ago.
Maybe, God gave us dementia so that we will forget
and appreciate genius again.
The world is full of stupid envious people who want to destroy.
Nobody thinks to burn the libraries, anymore,
because those who would, never open a book. They don’t know the power, inside.
They deface what they can see.
I’m getting older, and the world marches on to the music of the centuries
with beautiful and ugly sound.
I have noticed that the girls stay the same.
They torture the young men and the old, preparing for nature’s rehearsal.
True beauty has sharp edges that can cut a heart of stone.
I look into the mirror
and see thinning hair.
All these years, I wasn’t willing to trade what I couldn’t see for a diamond.
Friends will appreciate your good qualities,
but they will never be able to fully see into your soul.
Something has protected me
and preserved me—
it gives me urgency,
to write these lines down.