Treasure Island

mohamad tabatabai


The Passage Of Years


The passage of years advanced me no more
Naivety of youth was my climax
When my dreams transcended all realities
Miracles seemed quite possible then
A liberal could achieve his hears'desires
But I have been continuously descending ever since
Lost in the bewildering triteness of life
None of my later days equaled the previous ones
As I now push the cooled ashes aside
The hidden fire flares up anew from the underneath
Catching my whole heart once again
Burning or saving whichever it may
I must keep this fire alight
And raise myself from the lowermost of this abyss
To my previous climax.

Feb9-2014

Submitted: Sunday, February 09, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 10, 2014

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