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Old Souls

Old souls know about money,

and run from it more than the rest

 

They’ve witnessed the toll it exacts,

they’ve witnessed the joy it rejects

 

An old soul lives on a shoestring,

tied to something that money can’t buy

 

An old soul is not bought so cheaply

—as that new soul that’s never flown high

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

 

The Last Setting Sun

He defeated his family…

this battle was won

 

The war still in doubt,

a General shunned

 

The casualties lingered,

 fatalities mount

 

Old reasons to fester,

in spite of the count

 

His Grandmother’s death,

the last coup de gras

 

The love of his life,

he held her till gone

 

But after her funeral,

his troops on the run

 

Tents folded and burned

—the last setting sun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

The Hourglass

I wish that I had cared enough,

to mention once or twice

 

That what I wanted now has changed,

old virtues turned to vice

 

The past left misbegotten,

and future long disclaimed

 

The present what I’m running from

—its hourglass in flames

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

A Blue Dawn

If consciousness is emergent,

where is it emerging from

 

The dualists say… the naturalists say…

but answers just won’t come

 

As the blue hour seeds the dawn,

before the new arriving sun

 

One question hard, the self must ask

—how consciousness becomes

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)