Forever Prose Poem by Christine K. Trease

Wisdom's battles transcribed in word
scribbled with passion line upon line
Flowed from the quill with astounding repose
recounting, recording time after time

Fluttering verse as though it had wings
soared to the page and lay
The death of the parlance did pale when compared
to the meanings sweet bouquet

A keener phrase had never assailed
onward it pressed to be heard
Born of truth and dignity
this quill-written truth-giving word

Through time it has dimmed and become opaque
yet the youthful message strides on
that tells of loves lost to better men
and battles yet to be won