Growing Ageless
Blake composed prophecies into his seventieth year,
Michelangelo poems well into his eighty-eighth;
Browning wrote till seventy-seven, Yeats seventy-three;
Wordsworth pushed open eighty's gates;
Sophocles, during the Periclean Golden Age,
With a noble display of perseverance and defiance,
Completed his Oedipus trilogy in his early nineties;
Goethe, in the year of his death, at eighty-two,
Concluded his life's majestic achievement: Faust.
Each of these playwrights and bards of the heartbeat,
Using ink pen — the word-muse's seminal tool —
And papyrus or paper, to bare their emotions,
Drove themselves to inspiration's birthplace,
With spiritual passion and wisdom's inner-eye vision,
Soared beyond the edge, as I have, my entire adult life
And, desperately obsessed, to this second, yet do,
Searching for the next elusive verse, internal rhyme,
To deliver my aging soul to the ageless sublime.
03/01/12 - (1)
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