Too Old And Young - Poem by Louie Levy

8: 12 AM 4/10/2007

to be wasted, as I awaken -
A new Sun-risen, ageless day
never to have survived without youths
denial of vulnerable attributes
O, how precarious, our own to be mute-less
of hind sight wonder

Love and sex immortal to blame
Nipple breast fetish, the suckling of life's new born trill
Parent - hood's enduring, wild wood'd ventures
Path explorations of wishful fantasies
All come to not pass, where gold minds are
void of prayed for to, and this, ours truly, denied

Shiny new shoes, girl-some stews, all melting
within a new loin of un-symmetrical proportions
Never the likeness of any spirit to have lured
Virginity, the puritan obstruction of repro seduction
An amorous virtue promise, left to an aging virtual solace

Stress- passed voyage within third minds eye,
myopic hopes un-real prized revelations of
moral, endeavors of stifling -
religious guidance, none which manifests of
tribute tribulations without, poetic futures, given
no residuals of hopeful spent trials.
Labours, evil wars, political callings, none of
whom, the elderly have energy so of their own mauling

Towering old hats and bell-freed bats
Dumbed bells, freedom sounding
Waving speared flag poles, banners shredding
Rockets red glare, bled bursts everywhere
Too old, wasted are youth of social injustice
Led by fore-fathers, their graves thus desecrate
Hath we all but one ancient wish, of grant beseeched

Youthful mothers w' child and toiling fathers
be their fruit filled lives be un-bewitched
having spiritually empathetic leaders realize
their ways,

Peace and Love

Immortally will have all their youth,
ever prevail

Louie Levy

10: 47 AM 4/10/2007