In Defiance of Time

Sap still flows through ancient trees.

I shall not close the gates

as my erection begins.

 

Here on earth

the sun and the moon

have swapped places

above my head

all too many times.

 

I may be beaten,

I may have grown

a little stale,

less bronzed.

less lean,

less able

to swing my battle axe.

 

But I am still afire

with yearning,

and passion

and ambition,

and youthful

determination.

 

And I will not

be silenced.

 

06/11/20

Author's Note