Crone, Sage of AgeA Poem by elsiesan
An old woman
Mind of a child Who am i today The old lady Crone, sage of age My child Wonderment Fairy tales Running thru my head My mythical Kniight I know is somewhere One who Sweeps maidens of age Off their feet Honoring them Giving them praises Never received I am child I am woman Giver of life Into physical existence Leader in all ways Even though not Conceded by others Who wish to remain In charge As wars and destruction Are wrought on humankind Without thought Other than ego driven Chest pounding Self-destruction And so, Pendulums swing Wide, side-to-side Slowly centering itself Part of the tree of knowledge For all to partake An old woman Mind of a child Who am i today The old lady Crone, sage of age © 2020 elsiesan |
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