952: The Thoughtful Print Poem by Catastrophe KING

I would like to gift you the print of my mind!

When you are much old and gray;
Trying to hold the fall, when full of sleep!
Just nodding by the fire-side, take down this print,
And, hold it in your soft hands.
Slowly read through those lost memories, which –
Your eyes had not seen the shadows dark & deep!

How many loved those youthful moments of your joyous charm –
They admired your beauty & grace with love - false or true!

Now, do look into the dark shadows of this print and recollect –
But, was there one man who loved the pilgrim soul in you;
had he loved the sorrowful contours of your changing face?
Did he get void into the background - in the dark oblivion?

Just when you were beside those glowing charmers of youth!
Murmur, did he never? A little sadly, how love fled his life……
Did he run away from you, into the deserts far away?
Did he? And, did he hide his face amid the sands of time!

Today – please read in between those lines
Read in that print – that you have today, in your hand.

Glorious more, you never actually have been –
Precious more, you could never have been –
This piece of print is the journey of your shadows,

He is still admiring today, the pilgrim soul in you and not the glory gone……….
Today, I would like to gift you...... only that print of my mind!