Your Aura of MiraclesA Poem by Prolific In VerseEnjoy your youthYour form has a mass of questions Procreation, attachment, sensual release You have ridden to death on a hundred Pegasi For the thrill, for the journey? Until you are no longer young There’s less and less love, to go around Have you noticed, we are getting older! Your beauty has a back number Wait in line, behind the younger woman Your assets are a declining stock You have less and less daring To put your heart on the line So much for your bourgeois vitality Your manipulation of immorality I’m not sure you will have descendents after all What is the point of being beautiful If it is not a ticket to immortality? © 2013 Prolific In VerseFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on January 10, 2013 Last Updated on January 10, 2013 AuthorProlific In VerseAboutI use a mini-laptop, recently I have a glitch that does not permit me to answer your comments, I feel rude but it is not intentional. It's not every day that you write, or it's all day that you wr.. more..Writing
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